Liz cried out in ecstasy as the blow fell. The deliciously painful lick of the lash raced through her bare buttocks to her boiling loins. She shivered and moaned, her enticing bottom quivering erotically to John Kraft's eyes.
"I knew you would like it," he whispered softly, the passion and desire in his voice filling the room despite his quiet tone. "Almost everyone has a secret passion to be whipped and disciplined if it is done gently!"
She turned her head, straining to see him. Her eyes were moist with tears of pain and pleasure. "Again, again," she gasped, her voice thick and urgent with need. "Please, please, hit me again!"
He laughed softly and traced a path along her pulsating spine with the tip of the leather tool. She groaned as she felt the warm, pleasing contact of the leather and her body shook involuntarily as the sensual caress continued.
Slowly Kraft raised his arm and gave the handle of the-whip a sharp flick of his wrist. The long, wicked tip snaked out and smacked her bare bottom loudly. She screamed softly as the wonderful, aching delight seared her warm flesh. Again he whirled the whip around his head and brought it down on her just hard enough to hurt but gently enough not to cause damage.
She bucked and shook with every blow and moaned in a rhythmic chant as the powerful weapon continued to assault her moist, trembling body. A churning, liquid warmth was racing through her loins and she ached to have more and more contact with the delightful tool.
"I'm getting so turned on," she gasped hungrily, wiggling her soft, precious bottom at him. "It's getting me hot for you, John! Getting me very hot for you!"
He could see her perfect young body quivering and yearning for him and he increased the amount of power he put into each lash. He wanted the girl to be dying for him before he took her! He wanted her to be thinking of nothing else but his hard, strong prick.
"This whip is nothing," he laughed, wildly. "Nothing compared to what is coming next!"
CHAPTER ONE
John Philip Kraft cradled the container of coffee gratefully in his hands. He stared out into the blinding snow that covered the bridge in a blanket of white despite the earliness of the season. He blinked a couple of times to get the flakes out of his eyes and rubbed his hands against the soothing warmth of the steaming container.
"Bloody weather," he cursed under his breath. He shook his head and blew out a thick, cloudy breath of air. "Why does it always go wrong on nights like this," he complained to no one in particular.
He had been waiting for five hours now and still Lyter had not shown. He was over fours hours late and that was bad. Lyter prided himself on being prompt. If he was late, something had gone wrong. Kraft didn't like to think about that.
He stared at the two policemen with him. They were huddled into their heavy overcoats, obviously more concerned with their comfort than the urgency of the situation. He did not know why he had to have them along, they couldn't prevent anything anyway. If something was going to happen, something was going to happen. There was no getting around that. The Director was mad if he thought otherwise.
"Still no sign, huh," the younger cop said to him. He was the one who had brought him the coffee and he now peered into the mixture of white against black along with Kraft. "Maybe he won't come tonight," he ventured hopefully.
It was plain to see that the young man had no idea of the seriousness of this event. He had probably just been told to protect Kraft in the case of trouble. He more than likely didn't even know who they were waiting for or why. That was good, but annoying because he could not help Kraft get through the tension of waiting.
"He'll be here," Kraft said grimly. He sipped the coffee and sighed deeply. "He's running and he's frightened. He has to come, he has no other place to go, now. He'll be here."
His voice rose a bit and Kraft had to tell himself to calm down. It's nobody's fault, he thought. Lyter must have spilled everything to that bitch of a mistress he kept. The one that loved being tied up "o much. That whore, Kraft thought as anger and hatred was building in him. She's the one behind it, he was sure of it.
He looked around the bridge and smiled grimly to himself. It was strange that one could actually be in a foreign land right in the middle of Manhattan. Here he was on one side of the Fifty-ninth Street bridge, at a little past four a.m. on a Sunday morning and on the other side, a man was running for his life and might as well be halfway around the world for all the safety the big, American city gave him. He could only pray that. Lyter kept his cool when he made his last contact.
Kraft cursed the cold and the weather and the Director and almost anything else he could think of for the hundredth time that night. He took a long sip of the coffee and wished he had brought some whiskey to warm it with. He grit his teeth and promised himself he would deal with Lyter's mistress later.
For him the waiting was always the worst part of an assignment. The nerve-wrecking, boring endless time spent sitting in cramped, hidden spaces or standing on windy, freezing bridges urging the hours to go by while you had to curb your impatience and remain absolutely alert at the same time. He had known a few that it didn't bother one bit, but they were dull, limited people to whom the more mundane and mindless a task the better they liked it.
It was totally different with Kraft. He could never shift papers and mark time. He had to be doing something all the waking hours of the day. He dreaded what was in store for him later on, when he could no longer do the work and would have to get out. It was something that he forced way back in the depths of his mind. A vision of the future he refused to see.
"Lyter, you are a fool," he hissed into the cold, whistling wind. "You broke every rule in the book with that woman and now you're paying for it. God help you if you don't make it across this bridge soon!"
Kraft turned from the tiny window of the small cubicle and the police were standing in. It was the only way he knew to calm down. If he kept staring out at the empty bridge he knew he would lose control and that was one thing he couldn't afford to do right now.
He stared at the cops, playing the old game of trying to figure them out by the way they looked, talked and moved their bodies. The older cop was actually only a couple of years older than the younger one, but he obviously had command and took himself very seriously. He spoke in sharp, clipped sentences that wasted no words or thoughts at all. He had the look of a man who could stand there all night and the rest of the next day if need be. He was patient. A man used to and resigned to waiting.
The younger one was more lively and anxious. He was totally dedicated to his job but he wanted to get ahead as quickly as possible. He did everything to please the older cop that he could. He was trying to make points but it wasn't working. He would learn, thought Kraft. Time would take the starch and freshness out of him. He would find out that nothing but time got you anywhere.
"Someone's coming," the younger one whispered urgently. He was pointing out the window into the swirling black and white. "There, do you see him?"
Kraft nodded, blinking his eyes, recognizing Lyter's bright red coat under the dim light at the other end of the bridge. "It's him," he growled softly. "Now play it light, Alec, play it light," he whispered, urging the other man on. "No mistakes, please!"
They watched intently as the other man continued talking to the people on the far side. Kraft saw in the distance, Lyter nodding then walking slowly away from the two men. He kept a measured, easy pace and was doing everything he should to pretend nothing was wrong. He's going to make it, Kraft thought, his heart rising in his throat. The damn fool is going to pull it off.
Lyter was about two hundred feet from the other men when Kraft heard the ringing of a telephone on the other end. One of the two men answered it. Lyter had frozen in place. There was excited conversation at the far end of the bridge.
"Move it, Alec," Kraft groaned, fighting to keep from shouting at the man. "Don't just stand there you fool, walk, walk!"
Lyter heard a shout behind him and Kraft moaned in despair as the man began to run toward his end of the bridge. His footsteps were muffled by the snow covering the bridge and he was slipping and sliding wildly as he raced toward Kraft's end of the bridge.
Kraft grit his teeth, frozen in place as he saw three men kneeling behind Lyter. There was a quiet, almost unheard trio of coughs that traveled through the air from the other end of the bridge and Lyter went down in a heap.
"That's it," Kraft said, shaking his head. He turned from the window, ignoring the men from the other end who were heading toward Lyter lying face down in the snow. "Come on, we've been here too long as it is," he said to the cops.
Kraft took the subway over to Queens, changing his route often enough to throw off anyone that followed him. It did not really matter much, but he had to get to the woman before anyone else.
Her name was Greta and she was a tall, blonde Swedish woman. She was a model and quite attractive. One couldn't fault Lyter for being enraptured by her beauty. She opened the door and Kraft shoved his way into the apartment. She stepped back and ran her eyes up and down his rather disheveled body. He put on this suit, that hadn't been cleaned in weeks anyway, (more than thirty hours before) and he knew what he looked like but he didn't give a damn.
"Don't say a word," he growled at her. "Not one word if you know what is good for you!"
She nodded, a sudden fear in her eyes. She was wearing a long, flowing nightgown that in certain places was sheer enough for him to see her creamy, smooth flesh beneath. He took her by the arm and shoved her on to the bed in the center of the small studio she rented.
She sat down, glaring at him, but shivering visibly. "It's good that you're afraid," he said softly as he searched through the closet, taking down some of Lyter's ties from the coat hanger they dangled from. "It's wise to be a little worried at these moments, it curbs people's anger."
He came over to her and forced her on her back. He made a slip knot in all four of the ties and looped one over her wrists and ankles. She made a brief struggle as he tied her wrist' to the bed post.
"What are you going to do now, scream," he sneered, tying her other wrist tightly to the next post. "I don't think your neighbors will think much of that, now will they?"
She fought just a little more, it seemed to Kraft that it was more for her own pleasure than to truly get free. Quickly he lashed her legs to the posts at the bottom of her bed and then stood back to view his work. She was bound tightly to the four posts, her arms and legs spread wide apart.
"Now we shall see what we shall see," he chuckled happily. He reached down and ran his fingertips over her warm, quivering cheek. She sighed at the contact and shivered involuntarily. Already the racing urge was churning in her loins and he could feel her trembling in anticipation as he slithered his hand down over her nightgown.
He pressed down hard against her large, round breasts that stood proud on her chest even as she lay flat on the bed. He slid his palm over the dark points of her nipples and felt them digging into his flesh. Slowly his hand traveled downward over her firm, flat stomach. He could feel her flesh rippling beneath his hand as he worked his way over her belly and felt the growing heat of her pussy as he neared her pubic mound. The dark, thick patch of hair that covered her luscious cave was visible through the sheer gown and Kraft felt his cock tingling as he cupped his palm over the pulsating hillock and rubbed it gently up and down.
The dampness of her flowing womb soaked through the sheer material of her nightie and his hard, rough palm was soon slippery and wet with her creamy juice of pleasure. He felt her hot, trembling inner thighs quaking against his working fingers and he reached out and pinched one luscious limb hard with his thumb and forefinger.
She groaned as the tiny pain shot through her and he laughed cruelly. "That's just a sample," he said gruffly. "I intend to whip you now," he explained. "You obviously need a little discipline and punishment and I'm going to give it to you!"
He ran his hand back up to the top of her gown and curled his fingers around the flimsy garment. With one fluid stroke he ripped the nightie from her body, exposing her smooth, creamy flesh to his eager eyes. He was thankful that he would be able to enjoy this as he stared down at her lovely body. It would be much more pleasant that way.
"What... what are you going to do to me," she stammered, the fear creeping into her voice mixing with the obvious hunger that she had. "What are you going to do?"
He reached down and unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops on his pants with a loud, slippery smack. He doubled it over and gave it a wicked sounding snap. He grinned at her and let the belt dangle from his hand.
"You've been a very bad girl, Greta," he said as if speaking to a child. "A very bad girl that must be punished."
He draped the thick, wide belt over her belly and gently slithered it along her quivering flesh. She sighed softly as she felt the cool, rough texture of the leather caressing her skin. She groaned in desire and her body undulated, erotically, responding to the tickling journey the belt was taking over her moist, smooth flesh.
"Ahhhh, that feels nice," she cooed, pursing her lips and fluttering them sensuously at Kraft. "I love the touch of leather on my skin. It is so strong and powerful! It is such a comfort!"
He grunted and drew the belt down along her inner thighs to the tips of her toes. "You'll more than love this tool's kiss then," he assured her.
He lifted his arm in the air and she stiffened like a board. It whistled cruelly as he brought it down across her naked thighs with a loud, ringing smack that was joined by her scream of pain as the blow landed.
She shivered violently and watched as his arm went up again and feel once more, the tip of the belt nipping at her belly. She cried out and shook uncontrollably, the first stinging, ripping impact of the lash fading now into the intense pleasure she was feeling under the cold, calculated blows.
"You have been bad, haven't you Greta," he said quietly, slashing her breasts with the belt in a nasty, flicking gesture. "You have been very bad, haven't you?"
She arched her body up to meet his next blow and groaned loudly, nodding her head. "Yes, yes, yes," she gasped, her breath tight and labored under her building passion. "I've been terrible, terrible! Oh, God, I need to be punished! I need to be disciplined! Strike me, strike me, strike me!"
Over and over he laid the belt upon her writhing body. She screamed and moaned, each time rising up to meet the forceful attack. The belt cracked and smacked loudly as he assaulted her and her flesh was soon a bright cherry red. The sweat poured from her body and her pussy was pouring out a thin, steady river of love juice. He could see her fevered mound throbbing wildly and the round, thick nub of her clit was firm and erect, pulsating with every stroke of the belt that he took.
"Bitch, whore, slut," he cried as he swung the belt down again and again, smashing and lashing her thighs and belly and breasts. "You worthless pig, you slimy cunt! Scream you whore, scream!"
If the people next to her apartment had not been used to her they would have all been shaking in their beds. She howled and cried out in ecstasy each time she felt the cruel love of the belt cracking against her warm, pounding flesh. She bucked and strained against the tightly drawn ties that held her firmly to the bed.
"I love it, I love it," she moaned, tossing her pretty, thick blonde hair from side to side. "I feel it in my cunt! My cunt is on fire! Oh, God, hurt me, fuck me, hurt me!"
Kraft was breathing heavily as he stepped back a bit from the bed. His chest hurt from his labored breathing and his prick was hard as a steel rod now. He stared at her undulating body, her thick, damp cunt hair glistening in the pale glow of the lamp light, soaked with the creamy fluid of her loins.
He found the top button to his shirt and quickly undressed, tossing his rumpled clothing in a heap on a chair. He stood over her, his prick standing straight out in front of him, throbbing powerfully with the aching need that was boiling in his loins.
"Beg me to love you, whore," he ordered, his voice cold and harsh. "I want to hear you pleading for my cock! Beg you slut, beg me now!"
"Please, please give me your prick," she moaned, her voice thick with a real urgency and need that was no longer playacting. "Oh, God, I'm such a whore, such a pig but please, please fuck me, Kraft! Please, I beg you, fuck me hard right now!"
He reached down and ran his fingertips around one, quivering breast. He squeezed the big, spongy globe in his grip and felt a ripple of pleasure going though her as she moaned in delight. He ran his ran over the hard, thick nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it back and forth until she was gasping in pleasure, thrusting her. tits up against his hand as much as she could.
"Oooo, that's so good," she sighed, shivering uncontrollably as the urgent, flaming lust tore through her throbbing pussy. "Ahhh, I love it when you do that! I love it, love it, love it!"
He kneaded and massaged her wondrous mounds, tugging and pulling on her creamy flesh, feeling the swift, aching beat of her heart beneath her warm, spongy flesh. Gently he rippled his fingers over her strong, firm stomach and soft, moist belly. He curled her thick, blonde pubic hair in his fingers and tugged teasingly on her damp strands. She sighed with anticipation and her cunt was trembling wildly as his digits approached her magnificent mound.
"What a hot little slut you are," he laughed wickedly. "Your cunt is already on fire for my touch. Don't worry, slut, I'll take care of you!"
His fingers danced around the edge of her thick, moist clit, tapping at the huge nugget playfully. She moaned and thrust her pussy against his hand, yearning for his caress. Tenderly he took the sweet button between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until it seemed she was consumed by the pleasure she was receiving and could take no more.
She bucked and rolled, yelling out in pain and greed as the tight grip of the ties dug into her bound flesh. Her cunt was throbbing wildly and the creamy juice that poured from her womb had covered her thighs and pussy with a thin coat of liquid wanting.
"Ohhh, God, Kraft. God," she cried out loudly, bucking her pussy hard against his teasing hand. "Give me your hard love! Give me your hard love right now!"
"Whore, bitch, pig," he spat out, his voice a vicious hiss. "I'll give you pain is what I'll give you, damn slut!"
He caught her fluttering, swollen cunt lips in his fingers and pinched them so hard that she screamed in agony. Roughly he slid his hand up and down between the slippery petals of love. Her pussy sucked hard on the riding limb, trying desperately to force him to drive at least one finger to the depths of her tortured womb.
He slid his nails along her hot, trembling inner thighs and her flesh felt on fire with desire. The smooth, luscious limbs responded willingly to his attention and she was trying to close them against his hand as he rode his fingers up and down along her fevered skin.
She was bucking and rocking from side to side, her body aching for more and more of his attention. She moaned and gasped, thrusting her pussy against his palm, crying out in pleasure as she felt the fingers slithering along the cleft between her quaking cunt petals. The delicious folds of flesh grasped hungrily as the riding digits and he laughed as they tried to pull his fingers into her.
He turned and stared down at her, a cruel sneer on his face. "You want my cock, don't you bitch," he growled. "Even though you don't deserve it!"
She nodded wildly. "Yes, yes, please," she groaned. "I know I'm shit! I am lower than a pig but I need your prick, I need it now!"
He chuckled softly and neared her mouth with his hard, waving prong. "Then suck on it for awhile, whore," he said, pushing the fat, engorged head to her willing lips. "Suck it good and I just might give it to you!"
Eagerly she ran her tongue over his hard, throbbing head. He moaned in delight as he felt her moist, pink tongue slithering over his piss slit, slapping playfully at the aching tip. She tickled the rim of his helmet and lathered more of his huge member as he pushed it closer to her hungry mouth. Gently she nipped at his tortured meat, sinking her lovely, white teeth into his flesh and dragging them along the length of his pounding shaft.
"That's it, pig, keep it up," he moaned quietly, gently rocking from side to side on his heels, swaying with the eager attention of her hungry mouth. "Now you're doing it, now you're doing it right!"
Gleefully she ran her kissing mouth under his hard, thick ball sack and kissed the taut, hot flesh with her succulent lips. He shivered in delight when she opened her mouth and sucked the dangling container into her mouth, locking her perfect teeth around the thick bag. She flicked her tongue against his aching nuts, sending the two stones flying back and forth in her precious, warm mouth. She tugged on the bag with her imprisoning lips and hummed a soft tune, sending powerful and intense vibrations of passion careening through his loins.
He dropped his head to her creamy, elegant neck and ran his mouth down to her jiggling mounds. He was bent painfully over but he was able to snake his tongue out between the luscious globes and kiss them greedily. She moaned softly, bobbing her head up and down on his balls, sucking and licking them fiercely. He caught a single nipple between his teeth and slashed at it cruelly with his rough, determined tongue. He sucked on the sweet tasting stone, enjoying the luscious moistness of the thick nugget.
She yelped with pleasure and pain as he chewed hungrily on her quaking globes. His teeth nibbled and sucked a greedy path over her creamy, warm flesh and she gasped with anxious need as he began to work his way down over her damp, trembling belly. His tongue slithered around the rim of her navel, flicking out at the sweet indentation. She bucked uncontrollably as she felt his Ups moving tenderly through her wet, thick pubic hair, catching the strands in his teeth and tugging on them lovingly.
"Oooo, my pussy needs your mouth," she moaned loudly. "I need your mouth on my cunt right now!"
She jerked her tightly bound body upward, straining and sobbing as the ties held her to the bed. She shivered in ecstasy as she felt his lips slithering over her trembling clit, kissing it lovingly as he moved them back and forth across the tip of the thick, erect button.
"Take my cock, whore," he commanded harshly, shaking his crotch against her sucking mouth. "Take my God damn cock in your mouth right now!"
Willingly she spat out his balls and worked her way back up the length of his hard manhood once again. She kissed and licked his hot, burning flesh, feeling the thrilling power of his pounding blood and boiling desire racing through his long, massive member as it throbbed against her pliant lips.
When she reached the head of his huge meat she kissed it lovingly and then made a wide oval with her mouth and sucked the fat, engorged head between her teeth, locking them firmly around the rim of his helmet, sucking hard on the trapped tip.
"Ahhh, that's more like it, bitch," he moaned in satisfaction. "That's what a worthless pig and whore like you should be doing! Go on, suck that cock, suck it hard you useless slut! Suck it hard!"
Slowly she drew more of his fevered shaft into her eager mouth. She relaxed her taut, moist throat muscles and allowed the huge prong to disappear down the hot, silken passage. He gasped as he felt his prick plunging down the velvet tunnel. He bucked forward and drove the cock the rest of the way into her oral cavity, burying it to the hilt between her luscious, grasping lips.
Tenderly she began to bob her head back and forth, slithering the huge spear in and out of her delicate chamber, sucking hard on it as she went along, dragging her teeth along his hot, burning flesh. He cried out in blissful joy as her working mouth rode the length of his angry meat and he shivered with delight each time she twisted and turned her head.
Urgently she forced her pussy against his mouth. She moaned as she felt him running his tongue along her throbbing inner thighs. The smooth,' damp flesh trembled wildly as he licked and kissed the tender, creamy limbs. His rough, seeking dart traveled the length of her swollen, damp cunt cleft, licking and sucking on the juicy petals as she quaked violently beneath his kissing and caressing attack. He slithered his hands beneath her soft, spongy buttocks and curled his fingers around the pliant checks, gripping and squeezing them lovingly.
She cried out in pleasure as she felt his finger tip wiggling hungrily against the rim of her anal dot. The hot, slippery juice of her anal delight made the taut, tight pit easily accessible and he twisted and turned the seeking prong until it was buried deep in her hot, narrow tunnel, tickling her steaming anal walls with a delicious fury.
She groaned loudly as she felt his tongue roaming hungrily around her hot, burning entrance. Her pussy petals were fluttering wildly when he suddenly spread them apart with his tongue and drove the searching prong deep into her steaming cave.
She bucked her cunt hard into his face and felt his teeth locking onto her dripping lips. He sucked her thick, creamy juice into his mouth and swallowed it greedily. Eagerly he slid his tongue deep into her damp pussy and slashed at her inner walls with a violent passion. His finger was riding in and out of her gripping bum in a rhythmic motion and he could feel his tongue through the thin membrane of her boiling cunt.
Now she rode his cock in and out of her mouth in a frenzy of passion. She sucked hard on the shaft, licking and digging her teeth in as it pounded its way to the depths of her throat. She could feel the hot come boiling in his prick, waiting to be released and she drove her mouth hard on the plunging shaft, trying hard to make him cry out with pleasure at her every sucking stroke.
"Suck that cock, suck it, whore," he groaned, his voice tight and hardly above a whisper. "Suck that cock as hard as you can, you worthless slut!"
He mashed his mouth against her pussy, digging his fingers into the spongy mass of her buttocks. He slammed his finger in and out of her asshole with a fierce power and rammed his tongue along her hot, taut pussy in a rhythmic, licking and sucking of her burning chamber.
He could feel her cunt tightening like a coiled spring and his own tool of passion was growing harder and harder, seeming to swell beyond its size as she bore down on him with her hungry mouth. He knew that she would soon be at the point of pleasure and he wanted his cock in her cunt when that happened.
He lifted his head from her pussy and pulled his prick from her eager mouth. He knelt down on the bed beside her and whispered softly into her ear, licking her twitching lobe with his tongue.
"Do you want my prick, now, whore," he said wickedly, a teasing chuckle in his voice. "Tell me you want my cock in your pussy right now, tell me, bitch!"
She moaned and thrashed from side to side. She could feel the throbbing shaft beating rhythmically against her thigh and she yearned for it deep inside of her. She turned her mouth and her lips rolled over his.
"Yes, yes, Master Kraft," she gasped, kissing him hungrily, fluttering her lovely, succulent folds of flesh against his own. "Please, please, please fuck me now! Hurt me, drive your cock into me, make me scream, I beg you! I beg you!"
He laughed wildly, mashing his mouth against hers, driving his tongue between her eager parted teeth and curling the slashing arrow around her own pink dart of joy. They ground their mouths together greedily and she was shivering with anticipation as she felt him climb over her leg and settle himself between her damp, trembling thighs. She jerked against him, her body boiling with need and she gasped as she felt the head of this thick, long prick tapping expectantly against her swollen pussy lips.
Gently he positioned himself. He spread her creamy, damp lips apart and slithered the head of his cock between them. She gasped with pleasure as he entered her, the wonderful feeling of his invasion thrilling her to the depths of her loins. Her strong, young cunt muscles gripped his plunging shaft firmly and urged him on with their powerful twitching.
Deeper and deeper he drove his huge, throbbing engine into her tight, steaming cave. He felt the wild, incredible thrill of her warm, inner walls slithering over his invading shaft. Her cunt was wet and tight around his sinking meat and already the powerful ache that was torturing his balls and prick began to throb even more fiercely than before.
Deeper and deeper he slid the huge rod until he had reached the depths of her quaking tunnel and lay quietly within her, nothing but the pounding blood of his prick churning in her hot, tight cave. She moaned and swayed from left to right beneath him. She bucked her belly into his and whispered urgently against his tightly pressed lips.
"Fuck me, Kraft, oh, fuck me now," she groaned, thrusting her body up and down to urge him on. "Fuck me hard, right now! Oh, please, please, fuck me hard!"
He nibbled passionately on her lower lip and slowly withdrew his prick from her gripping tunnel. When he was three-quarters of the way out, he slithered forward again, twisting and turning as he forced the huge, massive shaft along her taut, slippery inner walls. She gasped in pleasure and locked her cunt muscles tightly around the invading rod. She threw her cunt against him and her hot breath stung his cheek and she gasped with tortured spasms of need.
Slowly he began to pump his hard spear in and out of her dripping cave. He slid the thick rod back and forth, slamming it into the pit of her womb then dragging it back out again. Her creamy, warm inner thighs were fluttering spasmodically against his own and her pussy seemed to be on fire with a greedy lust and passion that boiled wildly in her loins.
Harder and harder he began to power his cock into her tight, warm cunt. She quaked violently beneath him and kissed his' mouth with a hungry fever. He ground his hips against hers, twisting and turning the buried prong viciously in the hot, pit of her cave.
He pulled back and rammed it into her again, now taking long, hard strokes, slamming the huge member along her steaming interior, hearing, with satisfaction, her cries of delight every time he drove his prick hard into her boiling chamber.
Faster and faster their angry bodies crashed together. The tiny apartment was filled with the loud, screaming sounds of their passion and the room grew dank and funky with the odor of their lust. Each time they met their bellies came together with a loud smack and parted with a slippery pop. He could feel her growing nearer and nearer to her moment of release and she ground her cunt hard against his swiftly pounding prick as she gasped and cried out in aching delight.
"Oooo, yes, yes, yes," she groaned, swaying from side to side, her pussy tingling with pleasure. "I'm going to come! I'm going to come right now! Ohhhh, damn, damn you, Kraft, it's sooo good!"
He rammed into her again and felt her shuddering uncontrollably. A thick, creamy river of come exploded from her loins and washed over his driving cock with its burning power. Again and again violent spasms shook her body as the orgasms continued to roll through her and he powered his cock harder into her erupting pussy, determined to make her experience all of her passionate release.
She locked her cunt muscles hard around his riding manhood and urged his orgasm on with every stroke he took. She could hear him groaning and sighing with aching need as he slammed into her with a wild, violent frenzy. She felt the tip of his prick boiling with creamy fire and then suddenly a thick, steady stream of come shot from the massive helmet and seared her inner walls with its fiery power. He buried his cock in the depths of her cave and shuddered involuntarily as the spasms of pleasure and exquisite agony tore through him.
"I'm coming you whore," he groaned, his voice aching with relief. "I'm coming in your cunt so good! Coming in your cunt, coming, coming, coming!" They lay tightly together, quaking without control as the flashes of incredible delight raced through their loins, making them rock and shiver with each loud explosion that ripped through them. Again and again they bucked and rocked until finally the last traces of their orgasms were through and they lay panting for breath, trying hard to get their strength back. She was sobbing happily, her luscious, long body trembling with joy and contentment when Kraft finally rolled off of her. He reached out for a cigarette and lit one up, sucking the smoke deep into his lungs and blowing it out with a harsh finality.
"Now for a little talk, right Greta," he said quietly, staring at the cruel glow at the end of the smoke. "About Alec," he added, grimly.
The woman shivered with a growing fear Kraft's voice had taken on the cold, hard edge of his business. She could do nothing now but tell him the truth.
CHAPTER TWO
The Corporation was located in a dingy, run-down building on Eighth Avenue. It was centered in a fairly safe neighborhood, though muggings and robberies were not unknown to the area. The place always smelled of unwashed bodies and stale cigarette smoke to Kraft's sensitive nostrils and he was always happy when he did not have to spend much time there.
He sat glumly now in the waiting room just beyond the Director's office. It was a cold, functional place as was most of the rest of the building. From memory he could place almost every object in the Director's office for it was pathetically furnished without the slightest thought given to any sort of comfort at all.
It always seemed chilly in the building, thought Kraft. Even in the summer when it was blazing hot outside in the streets, it would seem to be cold in there. As if the building itself could never grow warm. Kraft looked around the waiting room, trying to avoid the accusing eyes of the Director's secretary.
She knows, he thought. Damn well, she knows! They all do! His reception when he arrived had be awkward. It always was after a failure but this time it was even worse for no one had tried to make the usual bad jokes about the thing. That meant something was up and Kraft could guess what it was.
That he was about to be taken off the job and perhaps even fired was not something that would surprise him. Results were what counted, not intentions or past deeds. All that mattered was now. what you did yesterday ceased to exist.
He just hoped the old bastard wouldn't beat around the bush too much. He hated that, listening impatiently to the old man trying to let someone down easily. A quick, swift stroke is what was wanted, not the even more painful attempt to lighten the blow. Kraft shook his head and sighed heavily. He was tired of waiting. Tired of it to death.
The secretary nodded and he got up. walking flat-footed into the room. He had not gotten any sleep as yet and he felt light-headed and weak. He slumped gratefully into the chair the Director showed him to and watched intently as the old man lit his pipe and warmed his hands over the radiator.
"Too bad about Lyter." the old man finally said, sighing and shaking his head. "He was the last, wasn't he? The last one we had?"
Kraft nodded, reaching into his pocket for a cigarette that he lit with a shaking hand. "The fool bragged to the woman. It was his own fault, he was always too cocky. I warned him about it." he sighed and stared down at his trembling thighs. "He was good though, it's a God damn shame!"
"How do you feel about it. John Philip." the Director asked kindly. Kraft stiffened. It was always bad or very important when the Director called him by those names. "I mean, what are your exact feelings about Olandt? He is the cause of our trouble, is he not?"
"I could say I hated him." growled Kraft, shaking his head. "But it isn't that. I would like to see him out of the way, but beyond that, he's nothing to me."
"You look tired." sighed the Director. "You've been working too hard, you need some rest. It's so sad that one has to work so hard and then, despite all his effort, fail in the end just the same."
"I don't need sympathy from anyone," Kraft said through tightly clenched teeth. "I take my share of the responsibility and I'll take my share of the blame without any sugar coating, thank you."
"I don't mean that. John Philip, please believe me, that isn't what I mean at all," he said kindly. He sat down across from Kraft and spoke in a quiet, urgent tone. "It's just that we all have to rest sometimes. Even long rests, if you understand what I mean. I wish I could tell you that it will be all right, that you don't have to worry, but I can't."
Kraft glared back at him. his eyes blazing despite the weakness of his body and the dull, pounding at his temples. "Just tell me exactly what you mean, damn it." he hissed. "Just tell me what you want!"
"I have just one more little job I'd like you to do for me." the Director whispered softly, as if there were someone else in the room. "Just one more little task and then you can rest. John Philip," he patted Kraft's shoulder Three weeks later Kraft was on the windy sidewalk facing down Eighth Avenue, on the comer of Forty-Second street. He had his old, tom windbreaker on and some of his Final paycheck in his pocket. He was a bit drunk, though not as drunk as he appeared. It was an exercise he often played, just to keep in shape. He was playing it now for the benefit of the whores that were eyeing him openly.
He swayed from side to side on his unsteady feet and grinned back at their alluring smiles. Find yourself a woman, a whore if possible, at least for the moment, he was advised. So that was just what he was going to do. He stepped forward, pretending to stumble and pulled himself erect in front of a short, young brown-haired girl that couldn't have been any older than eighteen. She put out her hand and held him steady.
"If you're going down," she whispered erotically. "Why not go down on me?"
"That isn't such a bad idea," he said, laughing in a voice broken by a hacking cough, his words just a little bit slurred. "You look like something I could sink my teeth into!"
"That's easily arranged, honey," the young girl said, dropping her hand to his crotch and rubbing his prick up and down with the palm of her hand. "That is, if you aren't too drunk to enjoy it, or get it up. I should add!"
"Hell. baby. I can always get it up." he said, puffing out his chest boldly. "I can get it up no matter how gassed I am. How much?"
"Thirty-five, including the room." she said tonelessly. "If you got it let's go. if you don't, move on."
He grinned at her. admiring the way she could slip from erotic charm to all business without missing a beat. For one so young she was quite a pro. he thought. Just like I used to be. He shook his head, reminding himself to forget about that, it was over, as well it should be. On to bigger, or if not bigger, he thought, viewing the small girl's body, one at least hopes better things.
He flashed a little money at her and jerked his head. "Come on. honey. I got all the cash I need to show you what I'm talking about!"
She took him to a little seedy hotel where he paid a bored clerk a few bucks for the room, then they climbed up a set of creaking stairs and went down a narrow hallway to a dingy, dark room, bare except for a table and a bed.
He sat down heavily, taking a pint of whiskey from his inner pocket and swigging down a belly-full of the harsh liquor. He coughed heavily, shaking violently as he watched her take off her coat.
"Like to watch me for awhile, lover," she cooed softly. "It'll cost you a bit more, but it will be worth it!"
He handed her some bills and she nodded, stashing them in her purse. She stood a few feet away from him, smiling warmly as she reached behind her back and fumbled with the zipper to her dress.
"I'll get you real, real turned on, lover." she whispered sensuously. "Just you sit there and keep your eyes on me, baby, you're gonna like what you see!" Slowly she ran the zipper down the back of her dress. It made an enticing hissing noise as she rode her fingers to the base of her spine. She grinned at him. wetting her lips with her pink, pointed tongue until they glistened in the half-light of the room. She moaned and shivered gently as if he were already touching her and with a shrug of her narrow shoulders, she allowed the dress to slither down her body and fall in a puddle on the floor.
Her short, slender body was encased in a pair of tight, blue bikini panties and a shapeless, sheer bra that conformed to the contours of her small, young breasts. He could see the dark, twin points of her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her halter and between her legs he could see the thick.
dark bush of her cunt hair rubbing against her panties.
Her legs were well-turned and her thighs a creamy alabaster color that shimmered enticingly in the pale light of the room. She smiled wickedly at him and stepped daintily out of the dress. She folded it neatly over a chair and turned to face him once again.
He sucked in his breath, his heart quickening at the sight of such a perfect young body. Her darling, round boobs were rising and falling with her excited breathing and he could see her cunt throbbing erotically even through the hidden confinement of her tight panties.
"Like it so far. lover." she cooed softly, giggling like a child and running her tongue over her lips once again. "Ohhh. I'll bet you do! Wait, there's more!"
Laughing softly she lifted her smooth, slender arms above her head and hooked her fingers in the clasp of her bra. With a quick, swift snap she pulled the hook apart and hugged her arms against her chest as the bra began to burst free of her taut, young flesh.
She smiled coyly and hugged herself tightly then dropped her arms and allowed the bra to tumble to the edges of her fingers. She threw back her head and thrust out her magnificent chest. Her perfect globes were jiggling up and down in an erotic fashion, the tiny, pink dots of her nipples lay cozy against the background of her creamy, white flesh.
He groaned quietly, his eyes locked onto the luscious spheres as she reached up and cupped her smooth, tiny fingers underneath them. She sighed pleasantly as she squeezed the precious mounds. Her pert, darling thumbs gently slid back and forth across her nipples, making them stand firm and erect under her touch. Kraft felt his heart beating wildly as he watched her play with herself and his prick was growing hard and thick in his pants.
"Lovely breasts, lovely," he whispered, his voice thick and tight with the hot flashes of pleasure and greed he was feeling. "I haven't seen such lovely breasts in a long time!"
"That's nothing," she laughed. She gave her tits a final, loving squeeze and tossed her head, sending her long, brown hair flying about her shoulders. She ran the tips of her fingers down over her belly and slithered them lightly across her tight panties. "Wait until you see what's in here." she laughed in a throaty voice, thrusting her cunt forward.
She danced her digits over her cunt mound, pressing them hard against her throbbing hillock. She was groaning and sighing as if on fire with desire and swaying from side to side in mock passion.
She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties and swiftly rolled the confining garment down over her curvaceous thighs! She dipped her knees slightly and slithered the panties over them, letting them drop down the rest of her lovely limbs to the dusty floor below. She kicked them aside and stood up once more, her legs apart, hands on her hips in a defiant stance.
Kraft shivered violently and took another long pull from the bottle as he darted his hungry eyes up and down along her smooth, creamy flesh. She barely had a bit of hair covering her pussy and the precious mound was damp already with a thin stream of juice that was flowing from her luscious womb. He gulped and swallowed a couple of times, his body rocking. "You are delicious," he said in a weak, cracking voice. He shook his head and moaned softly. "Simply delicious, simply delicious!"
She chuckled with satisfaction and slid the tips of her fingers over her hard, flat belly. Her flesh rippled erotically under her touch and she was rocking gently on her heels as she ran the seeking spears down between her legs, dragging them slowly across her inner thighs. She groaned deeply and slithered the delightful shafts along her quivering cunt petals. The juicy lips fluttering and danced under her touch and she was gasping loudly as she ran the tips of her fingers briskly up and down between them. "Ahhh, it feels so nice, lover, so very nice," she cooed in a rhythmic voice. "Just think about how it feels to touch my warm, wet pussy lips! Ohhh, I can't wait to have you there, lover! I can't wait to have your hard prick deep inside me!"
Kraft could not take his eyes off the pretty, young girl as she spread her creamy, damp pussy lips apart and slithered two of her fingers into her hot. dripping cave, burying them to the hilt. The young woman shook violently with her own penetration and groaned out loud. She pressed her thumb against the tiny nub of her clit and rolled the tender nugget back and forth as she began to pump her fingers in and out of the warm, slippery tunnel of her passion. He groaned out loud and felt his prick beating wildly in his pants. His balls were aching with hunger and his mouth felt dry as the raging passion and need tore through his body. He licked his lips and blinked his eyes, staring intensely at the undulating woman in front of him.
"Let me, let me do that." he croaked, barely able to talk. "Let me to that to you. please! Oh, God, how I need to touch you now! Come here, damn it, come here!"
Laughing in a teasing voice and taking jaunty steps she walked over to where he was sitting. She smiled down at him and patted him on the head. She took one of his hands and place it on her small, hobbling breasts.
"Go ahead, lover, it's what you paid for," she cooed to him, bending down and licking his ear. She blew a warm current of air against his flesh and he shook uncontrollably as the aching lust raced through him.
"Go ahead and play with them," she repeated gently, thrusting her tits against his poised hand. "Play with all of me, lover, all of me!"
Gently he closed his fist around her spongy, soft mounds. He gripped and squeezed the luscious globe, tugging on her nipples with his thumb and forefinger. She sighed contentedly and swayed back and forth under his kneading hand. She gasped as she felt his fingers riding over her flat, trim belly, slithering through her damp pussy hair and pushing her fingers away from her trembling, warm pit.
"Ahhh, you're so moist and soft," he moaned, shivering with the delightful contact of her warm, young flesh. "I love the touch of you! I love it!"
Tenderly he ran his fingertips along the cleft of her slippery, wet pussy lips. The twin petals of pleasure fluttered greedily against his seeking digits and tried to pull them inside of her. He laughed quietly, sliding the determined prongs between her legs, dragging his nails along her hot, moist inner thighs.
Her lovely limbs tingled at his touch and she gasped as the stinging pleasure raced through her. "Ahhh. that's so nice, lover," she moaned softly. "You make me feel so nice!"
Lovingly he ran the powerful spears up and over her darling clit. She quaked violently as he took the sweet button between his fingers and rolled it back and forth making her sway from side to side in growing need and hunger.
"Ohhh, lover, lover," she gasped, placing her hands on her shoulders to steady herself. "This is different from the usual, real different!"
He laughed, pleased that he was making her feel all that she pretended to feel most of the time. He twisted and turned the mighty spears around the entrance to her warm, wet tunnel. She quivered on her weak legs and groaned loudly as she felt him parting the swollen pussy lips and slithered the determined shafts into her. Moaning with delight she thrust her cunt against the disappearing prongs and grasped at them with her strong, experienced cunt muscles.
Deeper and deeper he pushed the hard rods. She bucked and rocked on her heels, feeling the intense pleasure of his digits filling her womb, driving further and further along the hot, steaming tunnel of her marvelous cave. She dropped one of her delicate, darling hands to his lap and curled her slender fingers around the throbbing mound that was his cock. Gently she rode the sweet digits back and forth along his throbbing manhood, squeezing and tugging at it through his pants. He moaned and shook under her working hand and his cock felt on fire with lust as she pinched the thick, hard head of his aching meat.
"Ahhh, good, lover," she sighed with pleasure, tugging and gripping his prick in her moist young hand. "I like a big, hard prick! It's what turns me on the most! I just know I'm going to love fucking you, baby!"
Hungrily he rode his fingers faster along her burning passage. He pumped the stiff, hard prongs in and out of her with increasing speed and she was rocking in rhythm with his driving hand as the huge spears assaulted her hot little tunnel.
She fumbled with the zipper to his trousers and pulled his cock from his pants. She balanced the thick, throbbing shaft in the palm of one of her darling hands and stroked the huge engine with the tips of her fingers on her free hand. She felt him shaking uncontrollably under her attention and she grinned widely, enjoying the powerful agony and pleasure she was putting him through.
She curled her fingers around the thick prong and gently pumped her hand up and down on the massive rod. He gasped slightly and his loins seemed to be burning with a screaming desire as her precious digits slithered up and down, tugging and yanking from left to right, gripping his fevered flesh as she went along.
He could feel her cunt growing tight and he knew that she wasn't faking. Her pussy was throbbing wildly and her cunt petals fluttering uncontrollably as she thrust her sweet, hot pit against his driving hand and ground her luscious mound around his plunging fingers.
"I need your cock, lover, I need your cock right now," she groaned, pushing him back on the bed with her free hand. "Ahhh, sweet Jesus, give me your hard prick right now, please!"
Quickly she straddled his thighs and guided his throbbing machine toward her damp, slippery petals. The thick, trembling lips parted under the pressure of his insistent dick head and she sighed in pleasure as she lowered herself onto the massive prong.
Slowly she ground her pussy downward, forcing more and more of the pounding spear up into her. She thrilled to the aching sensation of his manhood invading her tight pit. Her cunt muscles wrapped themselves around the plunging shaft and gripped it tightly. She groaned and sighed, dropping her head to her chest as she buried the thick, long pole in the depths of her tight, hot tunnel.
She sighed contentedly as she sat on his thighs, her soft, spongy buttocks rocking up and down on his trapped limbs. She snaked out her tongue and licked his ear, nibbling enticingly at his dangling lobe.
"Come on, lover, come on," she moaned quietly, thrusting her pussy down on the imprisoned shaft. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me real nice and hard! Oooo, fuck my cunt as hard as you can right now!"
He laughed and leaned forward, trapping one of her tiny, round breasts in his mouth. He sucked on the creamy, warm flesh hungrily as he bucked his hips upward, grinding the buried cock against her taut, hot inner walls. She squealed with glee and began rocking back and forth, riding the huge shaft with obvious delight.
She rose up and down and he slammed into her falling ass with every stroke she took. His prick was throbbing with an aching power and spasms of pain and pleasure tore through his balls as she continued to slam her moist, warm cunt down on his fevered manhood.
Harder and faster she rode his trapped cock, twisting and turning her lovely cunt on his pounding pole until he was almost sobbing with pleasure. He chewed hungrily on her tiny, perfect tits, sucking her nipples hard with his eager mouth, listening with pleasure to the hot, biting cries of passion that burst from her throat.
She ground her luscious bottom hard against his thighs and rocked to and fro against his cock. Using her cunt muscles she stroked his meat lovingly and rubbed her breasts against his willing mouth. She could feel her cunt coming nearer and nearer to a hot, fiery moment of bliss and she began to pump his meat in and out of her steaming hole, faster and faster, yearning to explode all over the sunken shaft.
"Ahhh, you got me now, lover," she laughed happily, riding her slippery, thick pussy lips along his fevered flesh. "You're going to make me come, you sweet son of a bitch! You're going to make me come right now!" Kraft felt her shuddering violently and heard her screams of relief as a steaming hot river of come burst from her womb and soaked his pounding shaft. He slammed his prick to the depths of her pussy and the thick, moist fluid covered his legs with the evidence of her desire and passion.
Spasm after violent spasm shook the young girl's body and she quivered and quaked on his lap, her teeth clenched tightly against her orgasm, the hot liquid of her love continuing to burst from her tortured loins. She groaned in a fevered lust and now began to slam her cunt up and down on his cock, faster and faster, urging him on with every calculated stroke.
"Your turn, lover, your turn," she groaned, holding hard to his shoulders as she bounced up and down on his tortured prick. "Come on, baby, let go! Come in me, now, come in me right now!"
A distant, urgent rumble raced through his loins as her hot. flooded womb continued to assault his aching cock. She drove his prick to the depths of her pussy and rammed his meat into her with a powerful wanting. He could feel his prick nearer the point of explosion and he was groaning with the exquisite agony that was pounding in his taut balls and throbbing shaft.
He cried out in delight and bucked upward as a sudden, powerful burst of come shot from his prick and seared her hot, taut inner walls. He moaned loudly and shivered with the pleasure of his orgasm as the spasms of release ripped through his slamming manhood.
"I'm coming, you sweet bitch. I'm coming," he cried, thrusting deep inside of her, his prick spurting a steady steam of thick come, mixing with her own precious juice of love. "I'm coming in you and it's so fucking good! Just so fucking good!"
Again and again he drove the huge shaft into the depths of her fevered cave. They hugged each other tightly as the violent spasms and quaking explosions lashed at their burning loins. Their orgasms seemed to go on forever and Kraft had never felt such a powerful climax before. He ground his cock against her mashing pussy and together they fell back on the bed, still tightly locked in each others arms.
"Oooo, lover, that was so nice," she sighed, snuggling in his arms. "I don't usually get off like that with a john! You're really something else, you know!"
Kraft smiled to himself, pleased that he had accomplished the task he had set for himself. The first rule was to get someone on your side, make them a partner or at the very least, sympathetic to your position.
As he cradled her against his shoulder, he could tell she had dropped a bit of her guard. She was less the whore than a few minutes ago. She was ready for his next approach.
"Bloody bastards," he muttered under his breath. He shook his head in anger and squeezed her nestled body to make his point. "Damn them, damn them to hell!"
"What's the matter, lover," she asked, the concern in her voice a mixture of business and real caring. "Tell your baby what is wrong."
"Do you want to know what I used to be," he laughed grimly. "You won't believe it, you know. I used to be a spy, a very good one, too. But a few mistakes, a couple of things beyond my control and I was out on my ass!"
He sat up in the bed, shoving her away in his fury. "The lousy sons of bitches canned me! Oh, they gave me a shit little job in the accounting department, but it was designed to make me fall apart. I fucked up, they knew I would. I knew I would! And the first moment I messed up, I got the sack! Tossed out into the cold without a reference, without a bloody job! Nothing to look forward to, nothing!"
"Take it easy, baby, take it easy," she said, soothingly. She kissed his hand, running her lips up along his trembling flesh. "It'll be all right, trust me, I'll make it better."
He ignored her soothing tone. "Damn it, they fucked me over good! If I had one chance to stick it to them, by Christ, would I! The bastards, the rotten bastards! I should have known, I should have fucking known!"
He slumped against the bed, shivering with anger and despair. She could sense the forlorn, frightened tears welling up in his eyes and she moved her mouth quickly over them, kissing and mashing her body tightly against his.
"Forget it, lover, forget it," she cooed in a quiet, sensual voice. "Nothing matters now, but me and you! Nothing at all!"
She turned his head and pressed her soft, moist lips to his. The pliant petals roamed enticingly over his hungry mouth, kissing him deeply. He sighed with passion as she forced her wet, seeking tongue between his teeth and curled it lovingly around his own. He hugged her urgently to his chest, feeling the marvelous, loving points of her nipples digging into his flesh and his mouth moved greedily over hers, kissing and grinding wildly as he sought her warm, smooth body.
She laughed in delight and ran her mouth quickly down his chest to his hard, flat stomach. She nibbled at the thin line of hair that ran up from his crotch, catching it in her teeth and tugging playfully on the dark strands.
"Just relax, lover, just relaxed," she said, her voice a soft, melodic whisper. "I'm going to make you feel real good! Real damn good!"
He groaned as he felt her luscious, seeking mouth moving toward his aching cock. She lathered his belly with her pink, pointed arrow of desire and nibbled hungrily at the root of his shaft. He felt his cock throbbing and growing rapidly, the familiar and urgent need building in his loins. Tenderly she ran her sweet, moist tongue up along his pounding spear. She kissed the warm, blood filled flesh with her soft lips and he almost leaped into the air at the soothing contact.
He reached down and drew her smooth, trembling thighs toward his mouth. She moaned softly as she felt his lips running between her damp legs, kissing and licking her creamy inner limbs, his hard, greedy teeth nibbling hungrily on her warm flesh.
"That's the idea, lover," she gasped, squirming and wiggling her crotch toward his seeking mouth. "Now you're doing it! Now you're on the right track!"
She sighed in contentment as she felt his lips running over her quivering cunt lips. He lathered the moist, damp cleft between them with his powerful tongue, sliding it back and forth, making the creamy juice of her wanting begin to flow steadily from her aching, burning cave.
She took hold of his hard, throbbing cock and kissed the thick, engorged head of his prick with her succulent lips. He gasped as he felt the sweet petals caressing his shaft and her sharp, pointed tongue slashing and stabbing urgently at his fevered meat. He had not figured on this and it was almost more than he could stand. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus," he groaned, shuddering beneath her loving attack, "God, that feels good! That feels so fucking good!" She giggled almost girlishly and ran her tongue around the rim of his fat helmet. He bucked wildly and thrust his prick against her working mouth. She pulled her head back, not ready to take him yet and slithered her lips down along his pounding shaft to the thick, hard sack that contained his throbbing balls. "Oooo, baby, baby, I'm going to give you a good suck job," she said breathlessly "I'm going to blow you like you've never been blown before!"
She ran her lips over his aching balls and sucked the tight, throbbing sack into her darling mouth. He moaned wildly as he felt her even, white teeth clamping down on his pounding nuts. She flicked her tongue against the hard stone, tossing them back and forth against her moist cheeks as she sucked hungrily on his imprisoned bag.
Greedily he pulled her pussy near to his eager lips. He rolled his tongue over her twitching clit and lathered the tiny button lovingly with his rough, searching arrow. She bucked involuntarily under his kissing and licking caress and wiggled her darling pussy against his lips. He slithered his tongue along her damp cleft and jammed it between the fluttering petals, turning it gently around the rim of her wet, warm entrance.
She gasped with delight, a rare treat for her to have a john go down on her pussy, and mashed her luscious mound against his willing mouth. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his hungry tongue slither past her dripping pussy lips and ride teasingly over her hot, slippery inner walls.
Groaning with passion she quickly removed her darling mouth from his balls and drove her lips up along his hard, throbbing shaft. His prick was thick and hard with his frenzied blood and it almost burned her lips with his angry passion as she kissed and nibbled her way to the top of his mighty prong.
"Ahhh, eat me, darling, eat me," she cooed softly, her moist, warm cunt grinding against his mouth. "Eat my pussy hard, baby! Please, please eat me now!"
He locked his teeth onto her swollen, wet petals of joy and sucked the thick, creamy juice from the luscious folds of flesh. He rammed his tongue in and out of her steaming cave with a passionate fury, twirling it around inside of her and flicking it wildly against her boiling interior.
She felt an urgent, aching need in her loins and it was almost as if her mouth had a mind of its own as she bore down on his aching shaft. She opened her lips wide and slithered the head of his cock between them, locking her teeth tightly around the rim of his helmet.
She sucked hard on the caught tip, lathering the warm, engorged flesh with her sweet tongue. She loved the sensation of his pounding blood and boiling need that raced through his shaft as she drew more and more of it into her luscious mouth.
"Suck me, suck me, suck me," he groaned, his voice muffled by her hard, wet cunt pressed tightly against his mouth. "Oh, God, it's good! Yes, yes, yes! Suck me, baby, suck me hard!"
He ground his mouth against her quivering pit, slamming his tongue deep into her damp cave, lashing her taut, narrow passage with his urgent arrow. His teeth nibbled hungrily on her pussy lips and he was drinking the juice of her passion with a willing and greedy delight.
She bobbed her head, sucking every inch of his thick, hard tool into her mouth.' She relaxed her experienced throat muscles and allowed the pounding prong to bury itself in her tight, velvet canal. She rocked her head from side to side and began to pump his prick in and out of her mouth, sucking and licking his fevered flesh as she went along, determined to bring him to a mighty, aching moment of pleasure.
His prick felt as if it were on fire as the sweet girl continued to drive her luscious mouth along his aching shaft. He slithered and rammed his tongue along her burning tunnel, sucking hard on her dripping womb, feeling her pussy grow stiff and tense with every stroke he took, knowing that he was going to bring her off a second time tonight!
She shuddered and gasped as she felt her moment approaching. Her cunt was hot and aching for relief and she poised her pounding womb for the final effort as she felt his attentive tongue power into her steaming pussy yet again.
"Ohhh, you lover, you lovely, lover," she moaned, shivering with intense pleasure. "Am I going to come again! Oooo, sweet damn, you're doing me again!"
She locked her warm, soft thighs around his head and screamed in a quiet, aching voice as the sudden and powerful orgasm burst from her loins, filling her warm, fevered womb with a creamy flood of come. He sucked and licked her overflowing pit, drinking the juice of her love willingly. She rocked and shuddered violently as the spasms continued to lash at her flesh and the aching passion tore on and on through her exploding cave.
As the lovely sensations ripped through her she drove his prick in and out of her mouth with an increasing frenzy. Harder and harder she slammed the pounding rod into her tight, warm canal. The silken passage of her throat gripped his plunging rod tightly and she sucked hard on the invading shaft, determined to make him ache with delight when his violent orgasm occurred.
He bucked wildly, slamming his prick to the depths of her taut chamber and a spasm of pure lust exploded in his balls, sending a powerful, thick stream of come out of his prick. She gulped hungrily, trying to swallow every drop of the precious liquid as the aching frenzy took hold of him.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried loudly, jerking spasmodically, ramming his prick in and out of her willing, velvet tunnel. "I'm coming in your mouth! I'm coming in your mouth so good! So damn good!"
On and on he went, sucking and driving his tongue in and out of her pussy as his own, tortured organ continued to spurt the hot, boiling fluid. They were locked together in erupting passion and the fevered ache of their loins was more than they could stand as they orgasms seemed to grow and build with every thrusting spasm.
He was breathing heavily when he finally rolled off of her. She still had his prick in her mouth and she was licking the final traces of his come from it in a loving manner. He patted her head and sighed happily.
CHAPTER THREE
He got a job cataloguing film for the university. It was the kind of work that a student did as a part-time job to get through school and he felt very out of place. A prissy, needling man had hired him, only because he was forced to, Kraft was sure. The man's name was Barnes and he insisted on being called Mister Barnes. For Kraft, at thirty, with all the work he had done behind him, this was humiliating to say the least.
Barnes would constantly prowl among his charges, harassing them at every turn, riding the poor kids who so desperately needed the money every chance he got. He seemed to get a particular pleasure out of terrorizing the young people, threatening them with dismissal for the most petty kind of mistakes. Kraft did his best to avoid the man but it was almost impossible at times.
He got the job through his contacts with the university. He had to give up his apartment uptown, the three-fifty a month would never do now, for he was living from day to day, without any assurance that he would have enough money to get through.
He rented a small, one room flat on Thompson Street in Greenwich Village. It was a dingy, depressing room that he spent too much time in but could not avoid. He had a single bed and a hot plate and ate most of his meals from the can, heating it directly over the burner.
Most of his extra money went to liquor. Cheap, strong whiskey or when he could not afford it, wine.. He was drunk almost all the time these days, even at work. He brushed his teeth often during the day, but the dank, stale smell of liquor or wine never seemed to leave his breath.
He lived the life of a hermit, watching endless hours of television, staying up late almost every night, trying to drug himself to sleep with booze and mindless late movies. It worked most of the time, but in the morning he would be hungover and tired and the quick, fast drink he took only served to make him even worse.
He kept a bottle at work, behind some filing cabinets and it amused him to play a hide and seek game with Barnes who he assumed suspected him of drinking on the job and was always on the look-out to catch him at it. He had no friends and wanted none. His life was a shambles now, in just a few short weeks he had fallen completely down from his peak and was barely able to survive. The Corporation had not written him a reference and he hadn't expected that they would. If they ever could prove he had taken the money he was accused of stealing, that would be the end of him. Of course he had dipped into the till. He had seen the writing on the wall and wasn't about to go out empty-handed.
But that tiny, pitiful amount of money hadn't lasted long and these days he had to count every penny, skipping meals so that he could keep himself in booze and cigarettes. He could only look ahead to a dark, bleak future, something he dared not speak about to anyone.
He didn't see any of his friends from the Corporation any more. The last few times he had run into them he had been drunk and loud about his anger at being sacked. They were nervous around him, fearing the thought that someone might overhear his obvious and bitter complaining. It was deadly and dangerous for him to be talking so openly about such things and no one wanted to be around him if they could avoid it. The general word around the building was that he was completely broken down and if he went on, would probably be taken care of.
No one wanted to be very close to such a case of disaster and so he now lived without any contact with another human being aside from those he worked with. A few times he went out to bars in the neighborhood, but he had been so loud and nasty that most of them had barred him by now. He had sunk into the depths of a loser with no hope of salvation. And that was exactly where he wanted to be.
The other students working at the film library did not know what to make of him. He was always arguing with Mister Barnes and seemed to be strange constantly. He worried and scared most of them, and they stayed away from them if they could. He worked alone, most of the time and never asked for any help. If it was offered, he refused rather rudely and soon no one bothered to speak to him, except for one person who found him mysterious and rather nice in a weird sort of way.
y Her name was Liz Sinclair and she was a graduate student in history. She was a rather average sort of woman, around twenty-five and shy for the most part. Perhaps it was this quality about her that drew her to Kraft in the first place. They both seemed adrift in a hostile and cold world and she seemed to understand his distance and moodiness.
She arranged to work with him a number of times and did so without bothering him very much. She didn't try and talk to him and rarely mentioned anything about her life at all. What little she did tell him wasn't very interesting. She came from a broken home, worked hard to put herself through school and some day wanted to teach in a small, rural college. Kraft told her nothing about himself.
On the day that they finished the latest project they were on, she filed the last can of film and before Kraft could walk away, she caught his sleeve in her fingers and held onto him just tightly enough to make him pause.
"What are you doing tonight, John," she asked softly, her voice on the edge of a nervous tremble. "I mean, are you free for dinner?"
She lowered her eyes in embarrassment and he smiled thinly. "Just why do you ask," he said gruffly. "Do I look like I need a decent meal or something?"
"I just thought we'd celebrate," she explained, softly, wondering why she had set herself up to be hurt. "I mean, I have this steak and it's too big for me... " Her voice trailed off and she cursed her stupidity.
To her surprise he agreed. "Yes, certainly I'll come to dinner with you," he said briskly. "I don't do anything on Friday night anyway."
He walked her home, insisting on buying some wine for the meal that she knew he could not really afford. She took him to her apartment on Fiftyith Street, a small, comfortable three rooms and a bath that was a long five flights up.
"It's a walk," she apologized as they climbed the stairs. "But it's cheap and homey I think."
He glanced around the tiny living room and grunted what seemed to be an approval. She told him to pick out some music for the stereo and retired to the kitchen to prepare the meal.
He glanced through her records, quite a collection for such a serious and frugal young woman. His experienced eyes and constantly working mind formed an impression of her from the music he saw. She was a lonely, introspective girl to whom life was something rare and incredible. From what he could gather she had never had a serious lover and probably thought of him as exciting.
Had it been another time in his life, he would not have even accepted her invitation to dinner. She would not have fit into his reality at all and would have been a danger to him, but he was not a spy anymore and he was lonely and hadn't the Director suggested he get himself a woman?
He did not really want to get involved, not even on the most shallow level of casual sex. He did not intend to charm her in any way. The anger and bitterness he had manufactured in his soul was too important to lose, though he did feel an emptiness in his heart that he hadn't known before and just the nearness of her in the other room made him tremble with desire and warmth.
Dinner was delicious, the steak cooked to perfection as only a woman who has been alone and on her own for a long time could- do. He ate with a passion, gobbling the food down like a starving man, knowing that she felt full of pride at the way he devoured her meal. She did not drink much of the wine, he put most of it away and she seemed worried about his drinking as she watched him fill his glass again after the dinner was over and they were sitting in the living room on her couch.
"Don't lecture me about my drinking, Liz," he growled in a deep voice. "I've heard all the stories. I enjoy my indulgence and I resent anyone who tries to deny me it."
She shook her head and spoke in a soft, caring voice. "I wouldn't do that, John," she told him. "I don't have any right to pry into your life."
"You wouldn't want to," he said, laughing bitterly. "All you'd find for your trouble is the disease of failure. Not a pretty picture at all."
She ignored his remark and opened a small box, removing a couple of tightly rolled cigarettes. She lit one and sucked the heady smoke into her mouth, passing it on to him. He cocked his eye at her and chuckled softly, inhaling the pungent drug into his lungs.
They passed the joint back and forth until it was finished and then he set the tiny butt in the lip of the ashtray and sat back against the couch, feeling more relaxed and comfortable than he had in weeks.
The music was incredible in its soothing manner and he found his arm slipping around her shoulder as she edged closer to him on the couch. He turned and stared into her eyes that were peering intently at him.
"What do you want with me," he said quietly. He shook involuntarily with the nearness of her and sighed heavily. "What can you possibly be thinking about?"
"I love you, John," she said simply, as if she were describing the weather outside. "I don't know why, I even know that it is absurd. But I do love you and I don't expect you to love me in return."
He shook his head and patted her shoulder. "That is the one thing you must not do, Liz," he said, his voice flat and tense. "You can't do that, you can't do that at all."
She bent forward, running the tips of her fingers along his rough, dry cheek. "I can't deny what I feel, John, even if you think me silly and foolish," she whispered softly. "What is there, is there!"
He groaned, an aching, needing tremor racing through his loins, mixing with the sad, pounding pain that was tearing at his heart. Why in the name of God did he have to find her now, he thought. Why not before or later? Why, damn it now.
"No, Liz, no," he whispered harshly. He got up and stood in front of her, trembling with a rage that somehow she knew she did not cause. "I tell you it can't be! It can't be!"
"Don't go, John," she pleaded, tugging on his arm, pulling him back down beside her. "Don't go now, please!"
He started to protest but her moist, luscious mouth covered his in a passionate, loving kiss and he trembled with the urgency of his rapidly pounding loins as he felt her warm, pliant petals roaming hungrily over his own.
He felt her shivering as he put his arms around her, his hands sliding down over her back, kneading her flesh through her warm, soft sweater. She moaned softly as she felt his fingers poised over the curve of her pert bottom and she gently wiggled her darling behind, urging the seeking digits on.
He slithered the two, powerful hands over her soft, spongy buttocks and gripped them lovingly with his strong fingers. She groaned as the warm, enticing sensation of wanting churned happily in her loins.
"Liz, Liz, I can't, I shouldn't," he moaned quietly, unable to remove his hands from the promise of her darling bottom. "You don't realize, you don't understand!"
She ran her lips over his and kissed him gently and tenderly. Her succulent petals were fluttering sensuously over his as she spoke in an urgent whisper. "It doesn't matter what we understand, darling," she cooed softly. "All that matters is that I want you and need you right now!"
He groaned, the aching sigh coming from more than just his momentary need. He felt the void suddenly being filled and he crushed his mouth against hers, slithering his tongue past her pliant lips and entwining it around her own in an angry, loving embrace that came from the depths of his loins and soul.
His fingers gripped and squeezed her pert buns, he could feel them quivering enticingly under his urgent touch. She was wearing a plaid, cotton skirt and he could hear the crinkle of her panties as he caressed her precious half moons.
She pressed her body against him greedily, her lovely, smooth legs sliding over his, trapping one of his thighs between them. She could feel his hard, growing cock getting stiff against her kneecap and she sighed in anticipation as she pressed the darling limb tight against the swelling rod.
"It's been so long, John, so very, very long," she moaned as one of his hands traveled back up her spine and his fingers grasped hold of the zipper to her sweater. "Please don't be afraid of loving me, darling,! I'm not a virgin, I know what I'm feeling! I need you, I need you desperately!"
Her urgent tone filled him with passion and he ran the zipper down her back, open the sweater to his kneading hand. He felt her warm, smooth back, rippling with her anxious passion and he shook uncontrollably as the greedy desire began to race through his loins.
Urgently he pulled the sweater up over her head. Her arms went into the air and he slid the garment past them. He sucked in his breath as he view her round, small breasts heaving up and down against her tight bra as her breath came in rapid bursts.
He curled his fingers around one milky cup and squeezed gently on the soft mound. She moaned in delight and mashed her breasts against his caressing fingers. She pressed her knee tightly against his groin and the pounding blood that raced through his excited rod thrilled her with its throbbing power.
Hungrily her ran his hand over the tops of her thighs and slithered it under her short, cotton skirt. She shivered uncontrollably as she felt his greedy fingers dancing across her trembling pussy mound. She gasped as she felt the strong, seeking hand cupping over her moist mound and gripping it roughly.
She thrust her pussy against his hand and moaned quietly. Her warm, throbbing cave was damp with her passion and the juice of her love was soaking through her sheer panties and he could feel his fingers and palm growing moist with the luscious fluid of her desire.
"Oh, John, John, John," she moaned, her young, moist flesh quivering erotically under his kneading hands. "I want your love so badly! Oh, God I need you! I need you!"
Anxiously he reached around behind her and fumbled with her brassiere until her breasts popped free. She sighed with pleasure as she felt him drawing the needless halter along her arms. She moaned with expectation as his searching digits slithered back around her body and danced, lovingly, over her jiggling globes. He rolled his palm back and forth across her nipples and she swayed slightly under the urgent caress. He took one firm, tiny pebble between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it tenderly. A spasm of aching delight tingled from her breasts to her loins as he attended to the darling button and she groaned in pleasure.
Her own darling hand slid down over his belt and pressed lightly against his hard mound. She could feel the boiling need throbbing in his thick, long spear and she eagerly curled her fingers around the thick shaft, pinching and tugging on it through the material of his trousers.
He jerked spasmodically as her lovely digits rode gently up and down along his aching meat. She pulled and pressed against the powerful tool and he could feel his desire and wanting racing through his loins, growing stronger with every delicious stroke that she took.
His lust had control of him now and he slithered his fingers up along her belly, slipping them between her waistband and flesh. She shivered involuntarily as she felt the absolutely magnificent spears gently riding over her bare belly. She gasped in delight when he curled his fingers around her damp, slippery pussy hair and gave it a teasing tug. He heard her moaning softly and her belly rippled enticingly under his touch, making him even more excited.
Urgently his hand traveled further downward. He scratched lazily at her hot, trembling cunt mound, rolling his fingers around the rim of her twitching clit. She bucked and jerked wildly, slamming her hot hillock against his hand, trying desperately to have the powerful, pleasing tips of his fingers reach her tortured button of love. Laughing softly, he slid the digits over her "tiny, stiff button. She gasped loudly as she felt him catch the sweet, damp nub between his fingers and roll it back and forth until she was quaking with the fiery, stinging pleasure that she was feeling and sobbing for breath.
His mouth traveled from her warm, moist neck down along her creamy flesh until he reached the jiggling softness of her breasts. He slithered his tongue between the precious globes and kissed them lovingly. She trembled and shook violently, the aching spasms beyond her control now and she moaned loudly as she felt him running his rough, scraping arrow over the tips of her darling nipples.
He locked his teeth onto a single stone and sucked it into his mouth, lashing it with his determined dart. She shuddered involuntarily, mashing her breasts against his face, her free hand running passionate through his hair. , "Ohhh, John, John, yes," she sighed happily. "Yes, that's what I want! That's what I love! Ohhh, kiss them, John! Kiss my aching breasts!"
Hungrily he kissed and sucked on the trapped sphere. He lathered the pink, pointed dart of her nipple and the creamy, alabaster background of her spongy globe. His teeth nibbled pleasingly on her flesh and her burning womb seemed to get more and more consumed by need as his hand continued to caress her damp mound.
Gently he slithered his fingers along the edges of her fluttering, moist pussy lips. She rocked from side to side and clutched him fiercely to her aching flesh. She sighed with pleasure as she felt him run the tips of his fingers along the cleft of her swollen petals, racing them across her wet folds of flesh, twisting and turning them between the gripping lips until she felt as if her cunt were going to explode from need and passion.
She tugged on his belt and yanked on his zipper until she had them free. He gasped with the intense delight of her fingers wrapping themselves around his naked cock. She tenderly pulled the huge, quaking shaft from the confinement of his underpants and slithered her soft, slender digits up and down the throbbing prong.
"Ahhh, Jesus, ahh, Christ," he groaned, his teeth clenched tightly together, his voice clipped and raspy. "Ohh, you know how to do it, Liz! You really know how to do it!"
She chuckled softly, pleased at the reaction she was getting from him and she gripped his cock tightly in her tiny, precious fist, pumping and pulling on his throbbing shaft as she went along.
With wanting passion he quickly slithered two of his angry spears beyond the damp, warm entrance to her aching cave. She bucked violently as she. felt the wonderful spears entering her. Her strong, young cunt muscles gripped the invading shafts as they rode along and her cunt thrilled to the filling sensation of his strong, thick probes.
Twisting and turning them over the hot, slippery walls of her taut pit, he buried the fingers deep in her womb, tickling her throbbing interior with his determined, loving digits. She shivered and sobbed, dropping her head to his shoulder and sinking her teeth into his strong, hard neck.
He reached down with his free hand and tugged on her panties, pulling them away from her damp hillock. She wiggled and lifted her soft, tender bottom from the couch and allowed him to bare her aching loins. He spread her legs apart and pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy in a smooth, rhythmic motion, making her hot, wet mound rock to and fro with his every stroke.
She slammed her hand up and down on his aching tool with fevered strokes. He groaned loudly and shivered in pleasure as her marvelous fingers slithered over his throbbing shaft. She dug her nails into his tortured, burning flesh and dragged them along his meat with a wicked delight. - He gasped, his breathing painfully harsh and labored. He could feel nothing now but the gripping hunger of her warm, slippery womb and the powerful pleasure of his prick as she continued to drive her luscious digits along the huge member.
They were rolling over the couch, half falling off. of it, their bodies cramped and awkwardly bent against the narrow, confining sofa. She shivered with ecstasy as his fingers buried themselves in her pussy and she could no longer stand having to adjust her position and pleasure to the small piece of furniture.
"Let's go to the bed, darling," she gasped breathlessly, freeing his prick and pulling away from him. "Let's go to the bed and get comfortable!"
Willingly he followed her into the bedroom. She stripped off her rumpled skirt and pulled back the covers in urgent haste. He quickly shed his clothing and in moments he joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her warm, trembling body, his prick lying hard against her pulsating belly.
He moved his lips over her mouth and chin, kissing and licking her passionately. She sighed with delight as she felt him running the loving petals down over her breasts, nibbling at her moist mounds with his hungry teeth. Her fingers danced lightly over his retreating back as he moved on down her quaking body, kissing her flat, rippling stomach, slithering his tongue around the rim of her navel.
She giggled with anticipation as she felt his mouth riding over her hard, warm belly. He kissed her eager flesh deeply and caught the faint strands of her damp, slippery bush in his teeth and tugged on them teasingly. She groaned and caught his thighs in her fingers, pulling him around toward her willing mouth.
He allowed her to place his thighs on either f side of her head and he moaned with pleasure as she flicked out her pink, pointed tongue and snapped wickedly at the tip of his engorged cock. Eagerly his lips surrounded the palpitating nugget that was her erect, quivering clit. He sucked the juicy pebble between his teeth and held it firmly with them while he lathered the sweet button with his rough, harsh tongue.
A lovely, warm fire licked at her loins and the stinging delight of his sucking made her moan with wanting and satisfaction. She thrust her pussy up to his willing mouth and cried out in soft sounds of passion as he continued to nibble at the wet, hard dot of her aching clit.
"Ooooo, that's good, John, that's very good," she moaned softly, rolling her pussy from left to right under his greedy attack. "Ummm, I like that! It's wonderful! Just so wonderful!"
She ran her luscious tongue around the rim of his throbbing helmet and Kraft shuddered violently in delight. Gently she worked her way down the huge, pulsating shaft, kissing his hot, fevered meat lovingly with her darling tongue, rolling the soft, pliant petals of her lips over his pounding rod and nipping at the aching flesh with her even, white teeth.
He gasped loudly when she reached the root of his shaft and slithered her mouth below to his dangling balls. She darted and jabbed with her tongue at the taut, hairy bag and tenderly nibbled on his flesh until he was almost crying out in delight and she could feel the hot come boiling in his warm sack.
She opened her mouth wide and sucked the pounding bag between her moist lips. Tenderly she locked her teeth onto the meaty container and slashed at his balls with her darling tongue, knocking them back and forth against her warm cheeks while she sucked hard on the taut sack, humming a vibrating tune that made him gasp and shudder with unbelievable pleasure.
"Ohhh, yeah, yeah." he moaned, quivering wildly under her determined sucking. "Damn, that's good! Damn, can you suck! Can you suck those balls, Liz!"
She tugged her head up and down and he jerked spasmodically.
She could feel the come steaming in the pit of his throbbing bag and she felt her loins tingling with passion as he mashed his mouth hard against her dripping cave and slammed his tongue in and out of her with an increasing frenzy, driving the scraping prong along her taut, hot inner., walls, making her shudder uncontrollably with his every licking stroke.
His fingers slithered beneath her spongy, pert bottom and she moaned as he gripped the pliant cheeks lovingly and squeezed them in his determined grasp. She felt the luscious ache of desire as he slid the tips of his fingers along her damp, trembling anal cleft, rolling and twisting the urgent spear, tapping it tentatively against her tight, dark dot.
She shivered in anticipation, no one had ever touched her there before and she wondered what it was going to be like. She relaxed her taut, unyielding anal muscles and felt the marvelous sensation of his digit probing her bum gently. Moaning in passion she quivered her darling ass, allowing him to slip the tip of his seeking prong beyond her warm entrance. She groaned loudly as she felt the thick, seeking spear driving slowly into her aching anal shaft. He twisted and turned the wonderful prong, tenderly burying it to the hilt in her hot, throbbing bum.
"Ohh, wow, wow, wow." she gasped loudly. She ground her luscious half moons against his gripping hand and trapped finger. "That feels so different! So strange! Oooo, I like it, John, I like it a lot!"
He laughed softly and slowly began to pump it in and out of her tight pit. He followed the rhythm of his riding tongue that was still assaulting her moist cave and he could feel his finger through the thin membrane separating her pussy and bum. She bucked and swayed under his insistent attack, grinding her ass against his palm and her cunt against his mouth, thrilling to every intense, quaking delighting her tortured flesh.
She pulled her mouth from his throbbing, hot nuts and quickly nibbled her way back up his long, pounding pole. He sighed deeply as he felt her lovely, even teeth slashing at his fevered meat, tugging and nipping with every inch of her journey along his burning flesh.
Lovingly she ran her tongue around the rim of his thick helmet. She slithered the sweet, moist dart over his thin, quaking piss slit and he shook spasmodically as he felt the delicious pressure of her arrow against his engorged head. Tenderly she opened her pliant, sensual lips and wrapped them around his hard tip. He bucked violently as he felt her teeth locking on his rim and he moaned in aching passion as she began to suck hard of the throbbing member.
Gently she drew more of his tortured manhood into her mouth. Riding her gripping teeth and sucking lips along, she forced his prick into the velvet warm of her tight, virgin throat. He gasped and thrust his groin into her face involuntarily and she willing opened her muscles and allowed all of him to disappear into her silken passage.
"Sweet, Jesus," he cried, loudly. He rocked violently and felt her lovely, strong muscles holding him firmly in her mouth. Her moist, warm lips sucking on his imprisoned shaft hungrily. "Oh, God, oh, God that's good! Ahhh, suck me, Liz! Suck me hard!"
Gleefully she began to pump the huge, blood-filled member in and out of her precious mouth. She sucked deeply on the driving spear, dragging her teeth along his flesh and blowing hard against the pounding shaft. He shook from left to right and jammed his tongue hard into her boiling womb. She groaned and rammed his prick to the depths of her throat, sucking on the massive pole as hard as she could.
They were both boiling with need and driving their mouths against each other's organs with driving intensity. Harder and harder he rammed his tongue into her taut, steaming tunnel. His finger slammed in and out of her asshole with a powerful force that almost made her scream with the twin sensations of pain and pleasure that she was feeling.
Her cunt was growing hotter and hotter and seemed to be as tightly drawn as a bow in anticipation of her climax. She rammed his prick into her luscious throat once more then sucked hard, pulling her head from his prick and lathering the tip with her sweet, pointed tongue.
"I need you inside me, John," she moaned, swaying from side to side, her body quivering violently. "I can't stand not having you in me, anymore! Oh, God, fuck me, John! Fuck me now!"
He drew his head from her pussy and smiled tenderly at her. Gently and slowly he kissed his way back up along her belly and stomach, pausing only for a moment to lather and suck on her stiff, erect nipples.
She felt his prick riding along her flesh, pounding wildly, the boiling blood and come racing through it with urgent need and flaming desire. Lovingly he settled between her legs, his hard, manly thighs pressing tightly against her soft, creamy limbs. She groaned as she felt his prick slithering up and down along her wet, palpitating pussy lips. Gasping in need she reached down with her soft, warm hand and curled her fingers around his cock, sliding it between the damp, slippery petals of joy.
He shivered spasmodically as he felt his prick sliding past the fluttering folds of flesh. She jerked violently as he pushed a bit more of his prick beyond her hot, wanting entrance.
, Her cunt muscles flexed involuntarily, grasping at the invading shaft with ever so hungry passion and desire.
"You're so tight and warm," he moaned softly, rocking from side to side, sliding a bit more of the prick into her taut tunnel. "So nice, so damn nice! Ahhh, Jesus. Liz! It feels so good to be inside of you, so fucking good!" She shivered with warm delight and bucked her hips up to meet the plunging rod. Tenderly he thrust forward and buried his hard, pounding manhood to the hilt in her warm, quivering chamber. She locked her cunt muscles tightly around the sunken tool and gently rolled back and forth, twisting and turning his prick in the depths of her fevered womb.
"Ohhh, fuck, me now, John." she gasped, her voice full of aching need. "Please fuck me, now! Fuck me, hard, hard, hard! Right now, John! Right now!"
He withdrew part way from the grasping, boiling passage and poised himself for his attack. Her eyes were shut tight in aching desire and her body felt as if it were on fire as he embraced her lovingly and kissed her tortured, moist lips.
As she slithered her tongue between his teeth and he met hers with his own, he suddenly plunged forward, ramming his prick hard along her taut, damp tunnel, slamming it all the way inside of her. making her scream with delight as he ground his cock in the depths of her boiling cave.
She gasped and thrust her belly hard against his. They mashed their loins together and were groaning loudly with passion as he began to pump his huge, pounding shaft in and out of her willing pussy. She bucked and jerked her cunt up to meet his every thrusting stroke and her loins were quaking violently with greed as the heady, overpowering warmth of her pleasure tore through her.
Faster and faster they drove themselves at each other. The room echoed with the loud, wet smacking noise of their crashing bellies and slippery loins and their cries of aching pleasure rattled off the walls as they yelped and screamed with every delicious sensation they were experiencing.
The dank, thick odor of lust surrounded them like a cloud and the pungent aroma mixed with the sweet smell of the incense she had thoughtfully lit when first arriving home. The sweet and sour smells spumed their passion on and Kraft plunged in and out of her luscious cunt with a frenzied abandon.
It had been ages since he had had such a good, honest fuck. Greta and the whore had not counted. They were business. Liz was something else and he intended to enjoy her as much as he could.
He twirled his prick around in her throbbing chamber, aching with delight at the way she seemed to match his every motion. Her tight, hot, little pussy responded lovingly to everything he did and she bucked and swayed rhythmically under his pounding assault, really yearning to join him in all that she could.
"Ohhh, God, God, God," she sobbed, the tears running from her eyes and staining his tongue with their salty warmth. "John, it feels so good, so damn good! Oh, darling, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
He drove into her once again and felt her - body tensing under him. He knew that her steaming, slippery pit was preparing for her delicious moment and he rode her hot walls passionately, determined to make this the best climax she ever had.
He felt her shuddering and quaking uncontrollably as the final, explosive spasms began. She ground her pussy tightly against his groin and her short, trim fingernails dug painfully into his back as the eruption exploded from her loins and a burning, creamy river of come splashed over his prick and burst from her pussy, running down his legs as he powered into Her again and again.
Carefully he- matched his thrusting strokes with her spasms of passion. Her rolled and thrashed on the bed with her, loving the intense and boiling power of her orgasm. She screamed wildly and drove her cunt hard against his prick, crying out in pleasure and moaning breathlessly.
"Ohhhh, God, it's good," she sobbed. "I'm coming so good, John! I'm coming so damn good! Ahhh, it feels wonderful, wonderful to come with you!"
She locked her gripping pussy muscles around his prick and squeezed them together as hard as she could. She could feel the yearning desire that was tearing through him and she slammed hard to meet his plunging shaft, wanting him to feel the same insane pleasure that she was going through.
"Come, baby, come," she cooed softly, using every part of her body to bring him one. "Come, now, come in me right now! Oooo, I need your come in me! I need it so badly! Yes, yes, come in me, please! Come in me now!"
Harder and faster he rode her slippery, quaking walls. Her burning climax was exciting him more and more and he could feel his tight, throbbing balls reaching the moment of release. He thrust violently into the pit of her luscious, hot cave and screamed in pleasure.
"I'm going to come, Liz," he groaned passionately. "I'm going to come in you, now! Ahhh, Jesus, Liz, it's so good! It's going to feel so fucking good coming in you! Ohhh, God damn!"
She felt him shudder uncontrollably and then suddenly a creamy, thick burst of liquid love shot from the tip of his fevered prick and scalded her already burning inner walls. She felt him quaking with the blissful, agonizing pleasure of his orgasm and she held him as tightly to her as possible as the exquisite pain tore through him and wave after violent wave of delight ripped through his tortured loins and aching cock.
He bucked and thrashed, joining her passionate release with his own and they were soon almost a single, exploding being, the hot, thick come lathering their bodies as they ground themselves together again and again.
On and on the spasms of love raced through them. Kraft had not experienced an orgasm like this in years and he was sure that it was something new for her, also. He loved the way her pussy wrapped around his prick like a glove and he kissed her swollen, moist lips lovingly as they shivered through the final throes of their reward. She returned his kiss with a gentle, loving manner and soon they were lying quietly, getting their strength back.
He cupped her breast in his hand and rolled over on his back, pulling her to him in a tender embrace. She snuggled down into the crook of his shoulder and kissed his neck with her soft, pliant lips.
"It was wonderful, John," she whispered gratefully. "It was more than I could have hoped for! I never felt so good in my life!"
He stroked her pretty, damp hair and kissed her forehead lightly. "For me, too," he sighed happily. "It's been a long time, Liz. A long, long time!"
She sighed contentedly and in a few minutes he heard the rhythmic pulsating sound of her measured breathing as she slipped into a quiet, happy sleep. He lay that way for almost an hour before drifting off himself. He stroked her back and thought of how insanely lucky he was. He had not counted on Liz at all. She was the best thing to happen to him in years. He just hoped nothing went wrong, that those dark, unseen forces that fucked things up were fast asleep this time. He had seen too much, been too many things, he thought. The Director was right, it was time for a rest. In a little while, he told himself. In just a little while.
CHAPTER FOUR
He saw her often after that. Too often, in fact! He went home with her on an average of three to four nights a week and once or twice she came to his place, though he was ashamed of the flat and did not want her to come there.
He realized that he was getting too much of her in his life, that it was not the correct way to handle the affair, but he could do nothing about it, nothing at all! He had not felt this good in years about a woman. She was the only thing that was decent in his useless, depressing life. He did not tell her any of this, nor did he seemed to have changed at all.
He was still the dark, moody man he had always been and the other students did not understand what Liz saw in him. They began to assume that the quiet, pretty girl who had always seemed so shy must have a streak of S and M in her, for they were sure that he abused her.
He was always so gruff and short with everyone, including her. Only when they were completely alone in her apartment would he even show a tiny crack in the cold, dark reserve he carried about him. She did not seem to mind his moods and never forced herself or wants on him. She never asked him home after that, he had told her he didn't like it, thinking second thoughts about the affair the morning after their first time together.
But the night after that day he had asked to go home with her, putting it that bluntly and she had agreed. "Anytime you want me, John," she had told him quite matter-of-factly. "Anytime you ask, I'll have you over. It's simply that I'm in love with you, whether either of us likes it or not!"
She never brought it up again but it amazed him anyway that she could so boldly speak her deepest caring and desires. He had lived so long with hiding , his emotions, pretending to feel and act something other than the truth, that he could no longer function any other way.
He would walk her home, not touching her at all, as if they were barely friends and she would not mind at all. Once inside the apartment, she would wait patiently for him to approach her and then once secure in the knowledge that he wanted to make love she would turn into some kind of lusting, wild animal of passion that could drain every bit of the ache and need out of him. He was sure that he was making a mistake getting this deeply involved with her, but it was impossible for him to break it off and he resigned himself to the troubled mixture of guilt and pleasure he was living through.
He continued to drink heavily and on the nights he was not with her, he prowled the bars, kept his violent cursing manner to a minimum and made sure that everyone in the neighborhood knew who and what he was. And what he had been. He played the role of the boasting failure, pointing up his personal triumphs and how he had been so royally screwed. Most people he met did not believe he had ever been what he claimed to be, but they did not matter. Talking to them was only a chore that had to be performed in order that he reach who he wanted to reach.
"We want Olandt," the Director had told him. "We want him disgraced and gotten rid of by them. You are going to do that for us, John Philip. By the time they reach you, they will be ready for anything you tell them, I promise you!"
But no one reached him. No one made any move to contact him and he was beginning to wonder if this whole idea wasn't a pipe dream. Perhaps they won't buy it, he often thought. Perhaps they've seen through it already. He did not like to think about that, for he wanted to get Olandt with all the passion he had ever felt. It would be horrible to fail, he did not think he could stand that. Even Liz could not help him stand that, he thought.
So there was nothing to do but continue. It was the waiting again, the long, agonizing waiting that one had to get through. That which you can do nothing about. He kept up his game and continued to sneak the bottle into the library, making sure that every once in awhile, one of the other students would see him sneaking off, only to return with a smile on his face, smelling faintly of cheap whiskey and the pathetic scented gum he chewed to disguise his breath.
The winter dragged on and on, February drew to a close and March appeared to offer no relief from the driving, bitter wind that licked painfully at his bones and the ugly, bleak sky that never seemed to change. He gave the appearance of a man definitely on his way down and when he was able to provoke Liz into vocal worrying about him, he knew that he had achieved his goal.
One day, when he didn't come to work, Liz dropped by his dingy, depressing room and found him huddled under the covers, shivering with fever, almost white with the illness he was caught in. She wanted to send for a doctor but he wouldn't let her, they cost too much.
She made him some soup which he barely kept down and she sat by him, talking about herself, telling him things she had never told anyone before. She spoke of her parents and how they were cold and distant with her. How she never really had very many friends and how more than anything else in her life, she wanted to love and be loved by a decent, kind man.
"You're that man, John," she told him softly. Her voice was calm and almost without emotion. "You aren't what you seem," she laughed softly, smiling down at his confused eyes. "You didn't think I saw that, did you? Well, I did. Whoever you are, John, you're not the man you pretend to be. I know you care, care deeply about things. But I don't mind. I told you before, I love you and whatever you do I'll accept."
She stayed with him that night and did not go into work the next day. It took three days for his fever to break and even though he was quick sick, it was one of the most pleasant weekends he had ever spent. By Monday morning he was well enough to go to work. He had an excellent minor row with Barnes and that evening on his way home he was followed.
He caught sight of the tail just out of the subway and played an amusing game leading the man all over the Village. He was good, but not that good and Kraft could have lost him any time that he wanted. It wouldn't have been hard, the man was so obvious and sloppy that a quick bus trick, climbing on, getting off and grabbing a cab when the bus pulled away would have done it. But he let the man stay with him. He wanted to be sure it was for real.
He drank quite a bit that night, he kept his eye on the man, who stayed near enough to him to make himself plain for inspection. The guy was a little older than Kraft and a great deal overweight. He had a prissy, and a fussy manner and it was obvious to Kraft that he was not important at all, merely someone to do the busy work. He did not approach Kraft that night, nor did he the next two while Kraft kept up his role of drinking heavily and staying out late.
At work, Kraft seemed to have gotten worse, now. He no longer bothered with the gum and didn't try to sneak off anymore. He wouldn't talk to Liz at all and stayed away from her as much as possible. She didn't show if she was hurt by his cold distance but his heart ached because he was sure that it was killing her inside.
He was determined to get this part of the job over with and on Thursday morning he let Barnes catch him drinking. Of course he was fired on the spot, but not before doing a bit of pushing and shoving that brought the police. He was booked for disturbing the peace and let go after Liz bailed him out.
He didn't thank her very gratefully, almost seeming to resent her help and he refused the rare offer to go home with her. He left her on the bus at Third and Fourth and walked up to catch the subway home. He felt sick inside from too much booze and the cruel way he had treated her and he wished that the fat man would make his approach. That night, in one of the few bars he was allowed to drink in, the fat man did.
He introduced himself as William Stevens. "Call me Bill," he told Kraft, cheerfully. "I know we're going to get along famously!"
Kraft didn't waste any time. "What do you want with me," he said, downing his shot and then sipping at his beer. His eyes were bleary and he knew he looked a mess. "I don't know you. What do you want?"
"Oh, I know of you, everybody knows you, Mister Kraft," the fat man said happily. "And I think I might be able to introduce you to some very important people. The kind of people that could do you some good!"
"Is that why you've been following me for the last three days," Kraft snarled. "You do a shitty job of it, you know! I spotted you ten minutes into the act!"
"Well, I'm not a professional," stammered Stevens, "I'm just a friend, you know. Just someone trying to help."
"You're damn lucky I didn't take you by the throat and kick your ass up and down Eighth Avenue," Kraft snarled, his eyes red and fiery. "I don't much like being spied on, you know. I have a mind to beat you silly right now, just for the hell of it!"
Stevens shook visibly with fear and seemed to pull his bar stool a little bit away from Kraft as he protested. "I'm just shy, that's all. I wanted to be sure about you first. After all, one can get into trouble very easily!"
"You're about one inch from it, you ugly toad," Kraft growled. He took the man's tie in his hand and twisted it around until Steven's face was inches from his own, the fat man's eyes flickering wildly in terror. "Now talk, you stupid pig," Kraft whispered fiercely. "What are you up to? Who do you work for?"
"I'm... I'm... supposed to arrange a meeting," the fat man stammered with a labored breath that shook his entire body. "I... I can't tell you more, I swear I can't!"
Kraft shoved him away with a sigh of disgust, turning back to the bar and his drink. "You're not worth my trouble, tubby," he spat out in a nasty voice. "I don't understand what you're driving at, but you go ahead and set up this meeting or whatever it is, I don't care!"
"Excellent, excellent," the fat man said nervously, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction. "I think you will be pleasantly surprised! Yes, indeed, I do believe you will be that!"
Kraft turned as the fat man rose to go. He reached up and grabbed the man's tie again, pulling him down to his level. "One more thing, fatso," he hissed. "If I ever see you sneaking around me again, I'm going to carve my name on your face with a bottle, do you understand?"
The fat man nodded again and again, his chubby jowls bobbing almost obscenely.
"Indeed, indeed," he said, gulping for breath. "I promise you it won't happen again. I promise you."
Kraft let him go and the man hurried out of the bar after telling him that he would be in touch. Kraft watched him go and shook his head, laughing quietly to himself. They would get the message all right, the fat man would tell them for sure. He would say that Kraft was almost insane, very edgy and dangerous. He wouldn't want to be around him anymore. It was going to go according to plan after all.
The meeting was the next morning. Kraft slept late and found a note in a weak hand, obviously the fat man's, telling him to meet with a tall, white man at seven p.m. on the Queen's side of the Fifty-ninth street bridge. Kraft had to like that little bit. Meeting him there was obviously a test of Kraft's emotional ties to Lyter. Very clever of them to think of that. You had to admire it.
Kraft came fifteen minutes late, smelling of whiskey and not dressed for the weather. The man was carrying the flower box he was to be recognized by and Kraft took his time reaching him, complaining loud enough under his breath for the man to hear him.
"Sorry about the spot," the man said, sticking out his hand when Kraft reached him. "It's a rotten place to meet, but rather safe.
My name is Davlin, John Davlin, and I'm very glad to meet you Mister Kraft."
Kraft ignored the hand and looked around nervously. "Let's get out of here, okay," he said in a tight voice. "This place gives me the creeps and I'm freezing my ass off. I need a drink!"
Davlin nodded and Kraft noticed a trace of a superior smile curling at the edges of the man's lips. He thinks I'm a mess, Kraft thought, happily. He thinks he's got himself a live one, one he can play with. That's good, very good.
Davlin took Kraft to an expensive night spot in Queens which Kraft complained that he didn't have the money for. Davlin explained that everything was to be on him and that seemed to calm Kraft down a bit.
"Let's get right down to it, Mister Kraft," he said after a couple drinks to break the ice. "I am in a position to put you in contact with people that might be interested in certain information. Information they would pay you very well for, indeed. I am a middle man, I have no say, I merely transmit messages. I don't think I have to go into detail with you about what these people are looking for."
"You want me to turn, don't you," Kraft laughed bitterly. He shook his head, sighing heavily. "I wondered when you sharks would start nibbling."
Davlin smiled coldly, a thin mean grin that Kraft didn't like at all. "I'm sure you are perfectly correct in despising us, Mister Kraft," he said in a flat tone of voice. "But that doesn't pay your rent, nor buy your liquor, now does it?"
"Don't get high-handed with me, you slimy bastard," Kraft growled. He stuck out his chin defiantly. "I've done pretty well by myself, I don't need you!"
"It's not a question of need at all," Davlin said quietly. "It' all a matter of profit, now isn't it? You don't have to like me, Mister Kraft, just tell me whether I should inform the others you are interested or not?"
"It would have to pay a God damn lot," Kraft grumbled darkly. He shook his head violently. "I'm not putting my balls on the line for nickels and dimes, I'll tell you that right off! I'm not insane, you know."
"Ohhh, I'm sure it will be worth your while," Davlin chuckled softly. He sipped his drink and nodded. "They have plenty of money to spend for the right information, I can assure you of that!"
Kraft drummed his fingers on the bar top, shaking in his seat from nervousness and the lingering effects of his heavy drinking. He tossed up the glass of whiskey in one long gulp and ordered another, pointing to the pile of bills in front of Davlin to the bartender.
He drank half of the next drink in one gulp and turned to the man. "I have to talk with them, I have to see how they are and what they plan to pay," he said quickly. "No deal before that, I can't afford it any other way."
"No problem," Davlin said, getting to his feet, leaving the money on the bar, nodding toward it with his head. "Keep that as a gesture of good faith. They will contact you." Then he was gone, leaving Kraft alone in the loud, crowded expensive club. Kraft waited a half an hour then left the bar. He took a bus, then subway, then cab a half a dozen twisted ways through the city until he was sure that he wasn't being followed. When he reached the apartment building on the upper west side he punched a few of the buzzers and slipped in though the door, leaving the people to babble through the intercom at no one.
"They bit and I think they are going to swallow it," he said to the Director as he sat down. "God, it's about time, I was getting nervous, I don't mind telling you. I don't like this waiting!"
"Well, you don't have now, do you," the Director said. He was warming his hands over the radiator. "I suppose they'll take you inside now, I don't think you'll leave the city, but you won't be walking around. That's all right isn't it? I mean it doesn't bother you?"
"I don't give a damn, as long as we get Olandt," Kraft said fiercely. "That's the only thing that matters to me! The only thing."
"What about the girl," the Director said softly. He turned to face Kraft, his eyes warm and concerned. "You'll be able to take care of that?"
"Forget about the girl, forget she even exists," Kraft said, shaking his head violently. "I don't want her bothered, do you understand? She knows nothing, she's just in love with me. I'll handle it, just leave her alone!"
"For sure, of course, we meant to," the Director said, nodding his head. He walked over and sat down across from Kraft. "Everything will be fine, John, you must believe that! It's important that you believe that! Things are going correctly, there is no danger of failure, just continue doing your job, playing your role. Soon all of this will be like a bad dream. I promise you that, John."
"Just as long as you leave her alone," Kraft said in a determined voice. "You do that for me and I'll get Olandt for you. You can count on it!"
The Director nodded, saying nothing. He got back up for the chair and stared out the window to the building snow storm that was beginning to swirl through the streets. He shuddered as if the cold were seeping in through the walls and glass and lashing the room with its unforgiving bite.
"I wonder why it's always so nasty out in the cold," he mused softly. He sighed and shook his head sadly. "I don't really like it at all, you know. But then we all have that problem, don't we?"
CHAPTER FIVE
She was home, as he thought she would be and he woke her from her sleep when he pushed the buzzer on the ground floor. She knew it was him, he would be the only one to come and bother her after midnight.
But, of course, it was no bother. She was happy to drag herself from her bed and go into the kitchen, pressing the button that would unlock the door four flights below. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and walked slowly to the door, barely reaching it before he pressed her doorbell.
"I needed to see you," he said, his voice a thick, half-drunken, half-tense rasp. He pushed past her into the room and went into the kitchen. He got down two glasses and the bottle of wine he kept in her cupboard and brought them into the living room.
She was sitting on the couch, slowly climbing up through the layers of sleep to become completely awake. She was waiting patiently and though she didn't want a glass of wine, she accepted it when he offered it to her.
He sat down next to her and after a few moments of silence, he put his glass down on the table and turned her to face him. She was smiling a little and the sadness was draining out of her eyes as she peered into his.
"What is it you want, John?" she asked him sweetly. "That's all you have to do is tell me. Tell me what you want."
"If I could do that, I wouldn't be who I am," he said heavily. He squeezed her slender, warm arms in his fingers and she shivered in the coolness of the room. "I just need you, that's all," Kraft added, his voice nervous and strained.
He stood up and paced around the room, shaking his head and wiping the damp, cold sweat from his forehead. "It isn't any secret that I am not all together sane, I understand that! But that doesn't mean I have no feelings, that I don't care, do you see?"
He was standing above her, his eyes on fire with the urgency of his tangled, jumbled words. He shook his head and moaned. "At this moment, Liz, I can't think of anything! I swear to you, I can't!"
She opened up her arms and beckoned him to her. "Don't say anything more, darling," she whispered softly. "You don't have to say another word."
He sank down on the couch next to her and let her wrap her arms around him and pull him tightly to her breast. She was wearing a long, thin nightgown and he could feel her heart beating through her breasts and clothes. He put his chin in the crook of her neck and inhaled her sweet, pleasant scent. She had bathed just a couple of hours earlier and now she smelled as fresh and innocent as a young child.
He kissed her warm, smooth skin and felt her shudder slightly at the contact of his lips. She made a soft, purring sound as he ran his lips back and forth across her graceful neck and her gently caressing fingers ran through his hair in an absent, loving motion.
His hand was at the base of her spine, poised above the curve of her pert, jutting behind and he could feel her flesh rippling enticingly under his hand as he ran it up and down along her elegant back.
"Kiss me, darling," she cooed softly, turning her head slightly to the side. "It's been so long since you kissed me, I need it, you know? I need it so badly!"
Gently he moved his lips up along her graceful neck to her quivering petals of love. The full, succulent lips trembled anxiously as he approached them and she was breathing faster and more heavily as he neared her yearning mouth. She gasped as she felt his dry, cracked lips moving so urgently over her own pliant petals. She smelled the dank whiskey and wine on his breath and his clothes felt dirty and slept in but she didn't care. Her heart was pounding and the familiar, warm throbbing was building in her loins and all that she could think about was that she had him there, right then.
He ground his mouth hard over hers, tasting the incredibly delicious fruit of her tangy mouth. She had the sweetness of a fine wine to her lips and her warm, tingling body shook like a small animal's in his embrace. He rolled his tongue back and forth between the soft, plaint lips, kissing her hungrily as he pressed his seeking arrow against her closed teeth.
Willingly she parted them and allowed him to slither his dart between them, curling it lovingly around her own pink, moist dart of pleasure.
Hungrily she stabbed and lashed at the pleasing spear, jabbing wildly with her darling arrow, her sweet, moist lips curling and kissing his with a frenzied wanting that began to race through her body with increasing power.
She felt his marvelously gentle hands riding over the sheer nightgown and she groaned softly as she felt one strong, determined palm slithering over her trembling buttocks, gripping and squeezing her spongy cheeks with a kneading grasp. She sighed with pleasure as the dancing digits cupped and caressed her darling buns and her pert little bum quivered and tingled with pleasure at his attention.
She felt his other hand sliding around to her stomach and she gasped softly as he lazily ran the fingers upward, tenderly cupping one of her breasts in his palm. He gave the soft, luscious globe a gentle squeeze and she moaned with delight, her chest expanding with her labored breathing, forcing her breast hard against his kneading hand.
"Ohhh, John, John, John," she moaned softly, swaying a little from side to side under his working hands. "You make me feel so good! You always make me feel so good! You always do!"
He could feel the hard, tiny point of her nipple, firm and erect under the gown, straining at the sheer fabric, poking into his palm through the flimsy garment. He crushed his hand against her boob and rolled the nipple around with his hard, flat palm until she was crying out in short, soft moans of exquisite delight.
Lovingly his hand slipped over her thighs and rode on top of them toward her . knees. The lovely dimpled caps were covered by the hem of the long gown and he pulled the garment up a bit to reveal them to his greedy eyes and eager fingers. He curled his hand on top of the darling limb and gave it a gentle squeeze. She sighed in delight and mashed her hungry mouth against his, kissing him with a mad wanting and aching need.
"What a lovely, warm body you have," he sighed, his voice thick and tight with emotion and desire. "I can't stand it sometimes, it's so good! I just can't stand it!"
Kraft's prick was growing slowly in his pants. The days of booze and lack of sleep had put his lust to sleep for the most part but now he felt an aching in his loins that was getting stronger and his cock was warm and tingling wildly as it steadily got harder and harder. Anxiously he slid his hand under her nightgown along her warm, soft thighs. She sighed softly and rocked her charming head from side to side as the warm, liquid pleasure rolled through her. She shivered with delight when she felt his fingers gripping and squeezing her moist flesh, the edges of the pleasing digits riding lightly over her trembling, wet pussy lips. She groaned loudly as she felt his searching hand riding on top of the damp petals, pumping up and down along the swollen folds of flesh with his hard, rough palm.
She shuddered uncontrollably and her pussy thrust up against his hand as he continued to grip and massage her hot, wet mound. He tugged on her damp, thick pussy hair, curling the strands between his fingers and slithering the tip of his thumb across her twitching clit. The sweet, moist button shivered in ecstasy as the gnarled nub pressed against it and her mouth was crushed against the side of his cheek, the warm, urgent current of air that was her breathing caressing him enticingly.
"I'm going to drive you insane with pleasure," he whispered wickedly in a harsh, husky voice. "I'm going to make you scream with delight!"
She giggled almost girlishly and rocked her darling bottom up and down on the couch, rubbing her trembling, damp cunt mound against his cupping hand. "I hope so, darling," she answered in a breathless voice. "I really, really hope so!"
She gasped as she felt him slither a finger along her throbbing cleft between her pussy lips. The tender petals grasped at the traveling prong, trying desperately to draw it inside of her steaming cave. Gently he rode her wet, pounding channel, swirling his finger up and around the trembling nugget that was her clit. He caught the juicy button between his thumb and forefinger and gently rolled it back and forth until she was shuddering violently with the aching desire that was boiling in her loins and stinging her pussy angrily, demanding all the pleasures it could get.
Eagerly she ran her fingers down over his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt as she went along. He shivered a little bit as he felt the warm, pleasing contact of her soft flesh against his own. She slid her nails along his skin and he moaned with pleasure as she dug them in just enough to make his body tingle with anticipation.
She reached his hard, flat stomach and slithered the back of her hand over the thick, huge mound that was bulging against his pants. Gently she rode her fingers back and forth over the thick hillock, barely touching his throbbing shaft, sighing with satisfaction as he jerked spasmodically under her attention.
"I love your cock," she told him, her voice a lewd, sensual song that made him weak with passion. "I love how big and hard it gets! How strong and hot it feels in my hand and cunt! Ahhh, darling, darling, John, your prick is all I'll ever want! All I'll ever want!"
Her hand was riding back and forth over the huge bulge and she gripped it lightly as she followed the path of his meat, squeezing with her darling fist, tugging tenderly on the imprisoned spear, making him sob loudly with aching need.
She pinched the bulbous head of his shaft through his pants and Kraft felt a wild, stinging fire licking at his loins. He shivered involuntarily and kissed her neck passionately, nibbling at her elegant flesh with his hungry teeth.
He slid two stiff, thick fingers along her fluttering pussy lips and slowly pushed the precious folds of flesh aside, driving the hard prongs between them into the dark, warm entrance to her cave of pleasure. She bucked violently as she felt the greedy, wonderful shafts enter her. Her cunt was wet and hot with need and she shuddered uncontrollably, thrusting her pussy up to meet the invading digits.
Deeper and deeper he slid the hard, tickling spears into her boiling womb. She groaned and sobbed with pleasure as she felt his insistent prongs scraping lovingly along her aching tunnel walls. Her pussy was slippery and wet with the thick, creamy juice of her passion and soon his entire hand was covered with the luscious liquid that poured from her darling pit.
He twisted and turned his fingers inside of her, flicking them against her inner flesh and rubbing her twitching clit with his thumb as he continued to plunge his fingers along her delicious passage. He took his free hand away from her breast and slithered it under her gown, riding the fingers swiftly along her damp thighs, to her trembling belly and on up until he was cupping the bare, creamy softness of her perfect breasts.
He squeezed the luscious globe in his grip and pinched the darling point of her tiny nipple with his fingers. She was shaking violently and her little cave was bucking hard against his buried fingers, her cunt muscles flexing passionately around them as he twirled and turned them in her steaming cave.
He kneaded and massaged her darling boob, rolling his palm over the entire area of her alabaster mounds. The delicate spheres were jiggling erotically under his attack and his prick felt like it was going to burst with desire as she increased her playful attention to his pounding rod.
Fumbling with his zipper and tugging on his belt, she impatiently worked on his pants, aching to have the hot, throbbing meat of his manhood in her hand. She reached inside his pants and felt the warmth of his pounding shaft against her darling knuckles. Quickly she curled her digits around the huge, blood-fevered rod and withdrew it from his pants.
He groaned and shook with pleasure when she took hold of his aching cock and he could do little more than sit there, shivering and gasping with delight as she balanced the hard, thick spear in the palm of a hand and slithered the fingers of her other up and down along the length of his tortured pole.
He slithered his fingers almost all of the way out of her and then rammed them swiftly back into the pit of her cave. She gasped with the force and pleasure of his assault and moaned in ecstasy as he repeated the action. Slowly he began to pump his thick, determined prongs in and out of her hot, slippery cave, loving the way her muscles locked around his plunging fingers and the steaming, taut walls trembled with every stroke that he took.
"Ohhh, darling, darling," she groaned, her voice weak and tight with aching lust. "I need you so bad, so very bad! Pump them in me!
Pump them in me hard!"
Gripping him tightly she pumped her hand up and down on his thick, pulsating cock. She tugged from left to right and squeezed his throbbing, hot shaft passionately. Her free hand slid down underneath his prick to his taut, hairy ball bag and she curled her fingers around the warm, delightful sack, rolling his nuts over her knuckles making him gasp and shiver with the powerful, aching passion he was feeling.
She rubbed her darling, warm thumb over the thick, engorged head of his prick, pressing tenderly on the huge helmet, sliding her nail back and forth along his thin, quivering piss slit. His balls were pounding with the steadily boiling come that was churning in them and his prick seemed to be on fire with a mixture of pain and pleasure unlike anything he had ever known before.
"You're incredible, Liz, incredible," he moaned softly, driving his fingers deep into the steaming damp of her slippery cave. "No one has ever made me feel this good before! No one!"
She trembled and sobbed at his words, knowing that he meant them, that this was the John Kraft she loved and needed and sought. Lovingly she rode her grasping fingers up and down on his pounding cock. She thrilled to the hot, racing blood she could feel tearing through his shaft and she sighed with a greedy anticipation when she thought how lovely their fucking was going to be.
Harder and harder Kraft slammed his fingers into her yearning pussy. The moist, quivering pit accepted his invading fingers happily and she was locking and unlocking her damp, smooth thighs against his hand in a soothing, enticing manner. He slithered the tips of his other hand over her sweet, taut nipples, flicking them tenderly, making them tingle with satisfaction as he teased the precious nuggets.
Both of them felt as if their bodies were about to explode, so great was the lust and passion they were feeling. Harder and harder they rammed and drove their hands at each other. Liz squeezed and tugged on his prick, pushing and pulling it from side to side, every stroke of her luscious little hand an intense attack of love on his fevered flesh.
Kraft squeezed her tits greedily in his hand and rammed his fingers in and out of her cunt with a frenzied passion. Faster and faster his insistent digits powered their way along her taut, wet tunnel. Her cunt was burning with a fierce, aching need and he could tell that she would not be satisfied with just his fingers attacking her pussy for very much longer.
He felt her darling hands pushing and shoving his trousers down to the floor over his trembling knees. He shook with expectant greed as he swiftly took hold of the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up over her shoulders and arms, tossing it away from her.
"Ohhh, God, God, do I need this," she gasped urgently as she straddled his lap and steadied his throbbing prick with one of her lovely hands. "Jesus, John, how I need you! God, oooo, that's good, that's so damn good!" Gently she lowered herself down on the thick, hot pole. He gasped with delight as she pushed the tip of his frenzied shaft beyond her damp, hot cunt lips and into the aching entrance of her luscious cave. She slowly twisted and turned her darling body, sliding the massive prong into her yearning passage. She shivered violently and ground her. pussy downward until his prick was buried to the hilt in her slippery womb and her fine, strong cunt muscles were flexing happily around his pounding manhood, holding him lovingly in their grip.
"Ahhh," she sighed happily, the smallest trace of a wicked giggle in her voice. "Oooo, that's nice! Yes, yes, that's what I like! Your hard, big prick in my little cunt, uh-huh! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes!"
Lovingly she began to rock her warm, spongy buttocks back and forth across his hard, aching thighs. He groaned with the lovely sensation of her caressing pussy slithering over his prick like a warm glove of pleasure. She swayed from side to side and ground her moist, darling ass hard against him, her sweet, precious head thrown back in a sobbing squeal of pleasure.
He reached up and put both hands on her breasts, squeezing them tenderly with his strong fingers. The small, luscious mounds bounced and jiggled delightedly under his touch and her tight, warm pussy began to ride his aching prick with an increasing passion and power. "Ohhh, yes, fuck me, darling," she groaned softly, her head tossing back and forth, sending her luxurious hair flying about her shoulders. "Fuck me hard, John, fuck me hard! Oooo, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
He bucked his prick up into her gripping pit and continued to knead and massage her lovely tits. Her pink, pointed nipples were as firm as two stones and a bright cherry color against the creamy, alabaster background of her magnificent globes.
His hands slithered down to her waist to hold her steady and she bent forward, placing her fingers on his shoulders, gripping tightly, mashing her sweet, moist tits against his eager mouth. He lathered and slashed as the firm, proud spheres, sucking the nipples into his mouth, one after the other, and chewing very lovingly on her spongy flesh as she rocked on his thighs and rode his throbbing cock.
"That's it, Liz, that's it," he gasped, almost unable to speak. "That's what I like! Ohhh, Jesus, that's sweet! Ummm, yeah, that's so damn good!"
He drove his cock into her again and again, each stroke riding up inside of her with a passion and a force she almost could not -bear to experience. She lifted her precious bottom from his thighs, twisting and turning as she rose and slithered herself back down, grinding powerfully with her wet, slippery womb and her sweet, soft cheeks.
He groaned and nibbled hungrily on her breasts as he bucked up against the warm, descending cave. Her hot, throbbing tunnel seemed to grow tighter and tighter around his plunging shaft and with each thrust of his huge, long prick she shuddered uncontrollably in warm, willing anticipation of the wonderful moment that she was approaching.
Harder and harder she rode his trapped prick. She bent forward and clutched his shoulders tightly as she slammed her pussy down on his prick again and again, sobbing and moaning with the marvelous, lovely sensation . of his cock filling her aching womb completely.
He could not believe how good it felt to have her riding him so passionately. His eyes could see her darling breasts bobbing up and down and when he looked up he could see her face, her mouth open in a sob of pleasure, her eyes tightly shut with the intensity of her need. He bucked and thrust, pushing his prick deeper and deeper into the wonderful, hot tunnel and he knew that at any moment both of them would be exploding with thick, hot come and screaming in uncontrollable delight.
"Ohhh, God, here I go," she gasped, grinding her luscious, wet cunt down hard on his thick, burning shaft. "Ahhhh, I'm going to come! Here I go! Here I come, darling! Oh... ohh... ohhh. Ahhhh!"
She slammed her pussy up and down on his prick and shuddered violently as the eruption of passion went off in her fevered loins and the boiling liquid of her desire burst from her loins and overflowed her steaming pit. Rivers of the creamy, thick fluid ran over his cock and belly and it seemed to sear his flesh so fiery was the passion of her climax. She slammed her cunt down hard on his pounding meat and ground her ass into his thighs as the delightful, overwhelming spasms took hold of her and made her quake and buck in the throes of pleasure.
She shivered and rocked on his prick, her tiny, firm cunt muscles opening and closing erratically around his buried shaft. He had never felt a pussy gripping him so tightly before and he was gasping with desire and the boiling peak of his lust as she sat on his thighs and squirmed her precious pussy around on his aching tool, urging him to join her in her pleasure.
He rocked gently up and down, slowly gaining speed until she was pumping her sweet pit up and down on his shaft, faster and faster, harder and harder and he was crying out in delight as his fever need burst free from the confinement of his loins. A thick, burning stream of come spurted from his prick and seared her taut inner walls. He groaned loudly and bucked involuntarily as the heady, powerful orgasm tore through him and the creamy juice of his pleasure continued to shoot from his fevered prick into the depths of her luscious tunnel.
"Ahhhh, sweet Christ, sweet Christ," he gasped, his voice a tortured rasp. "Ohh, it feels so good to come in you! It feels so damn good to come in your hot little cunt! Ahhhh, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Again and again he shuddered and thrust his prick into her. She settled down on his thighs, her lovely, slender arms wrapped around his neck and she shook and jerked spasmodically with every wonderful spasm that she felt. They moaned and sighed with aching relief as the final traces of their fiery greed drained from their loins, leaving them breathless and spent.
She was sobbing happily, her soft, pliant lips caressing the tightness of his neck. She rolled off of his still erect prick and fell against the back of the couch, her body quivering with satisfaction. He sighed and leaned back, his eyes half-closed and his body weak and drained. He could not bear to think that this would be their last night together for some time to come. He did not want to think about that and he refused to consider at all that this might be their last time together for good.
Her warm, pleasing fingers were curled at his thigh, scratching lazily at his warm, trembling flesh. She ran the sweet digits up and down along his inner limb and he moaned softly at the warm, pleasing sensation she was giving him. His prick was still semi-erect and it quivered now and then with each casual brush of her knuckles against it.
He slid down a little bit on the couch to get comfortable and groaned quietly as he felt her darling fingers dancing over the hard, aching sack that contained his fevered nuts. She slithered her fingers around his bag, pinching and tugging gently on the hard container.
He had no idea of making love again so soon, but he did not mind her insistent attention to his admittedly aching rod and throbbing balls. Gently she curled her fingers around his thick, hard pole, squeezing it firmly in her grasp, bringing it to life once more as the hot blood began to flow in the huge shaft and the hungry come began to boil in the depths of his loins.
"Ahhh, sweet, sweet Liz," Kraft sighed in passion. He felt his prick quivering under the attention of her slithering hand. "You make me feel so warm and comfortable, I just can't stand it!"
She laughed softly, running her lips over his shoulder and down to his chest. He moaned when she licked and lathered his warm flesh, her darling tongue stabbing at him erotically, her sweet, even teeth nibbling teasingly at his hair.
"I'm just starting, darling," she whispered softly, her lips fluttering against his chest in an enticing manner. "I'm going to make you feel very good indeed! He groaned in delight as he felt her wrap her slender, soft fingers around his prick once more and begin to pump her sweet hand up and down on the throbbing shaft. She took smooth, measured strokes, squeezing and tugging on the huge pole as she went along, all the time her lovely, seeking mouth moving further and further down along his tingling flesh.
He groaned and shook with a wild tremor as he realized what she was up to. He gasped painfully, almost unable to breath as he felt her determined lips kissing his hard belly, her teeth catching in his thick, damp crotch hair. She snaked out her pink, moist tongue and slithered the pleasing arrow around the root of his tortured prick. He shook involuntarily as she nibbled happily on the hard, warm flesh, slowly kissing and eating her way up along the engorged rod.
"I want to blow you, John," she cooed sensuously, nipping with her teeth at the rim of his blood-filled helmet. "I'm going to suck you so well that you won't be able to stand it!"
-He sighed heavily, shuddering under the intense pleasure of her lips rolling over the thick, pounding head of his cock. She slashed at his flesh with the tip of her tongue and kissed the huge tip lovingly. Wave after wave of aching greed raced through him and he found it hard to believe that he could respond so quickly after such an intense fuck as they had just gone through.
Gently she ran her mouth back down along his fevered manhood, kissing and licking him as she journeyed toward his throbbing balls. She rolled her precious mouth over the huge, taut sack and opened her lips wide, sucking the hot container between them. He shook with a spasm of uncontrollable delight and his bag trembled with anticipation in the confinement of her darling mouth. Tenderly she sucked on the trapped bag, blowing against the sack, tossing his balls back and forth in her mouth with her devilish tongue.
He quivered involuntarily and sighed in contentment, his aching loins feeling the marvelous power of her determined sucking. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he whispered passionately. "Suck me, Liz, suck me! Ahhh, that's so good, so damn good!"
She still held his prick in her hand and she tugged her head from side to side, blowing and humming against the tight, aching bag, feeling his nuts throbbing wildly against her cheeks. She ran the tips of her fingers over his engorged dick head and pinched it lovingly between them. He shuddered and gasped and his head rocked in a crazy fashion on his shoulders.
Happily she withdrew her mouth from his come-filled, boiling balls and tenderly kissed her way back up along his fat, hot prick. The fevered flesh was quivering against her pliant petals as she rolled them around the tip of his prong and then made an oval with her luscious mouth and quickly sucked the head of his cock inside.
He almost screamed with pleasure as he felt her teeth locking around the rim of his helmet and her sweet, pink tongue slashing at his trapped head. She sucked hard on the caught tip, lathering his knob with her love arrow and grinding her teeth passionately around his tortured meat.
Slowly she sucked more of his hard, aching shaft past her warm lips. She relaxed her silken throat muscles and gulped in readiness for the invading pole. He was jerking and rocking uncontrollably on the couch as she steadily forced all of his prick into her moist, warm mouth, sucking most of the huge shaft deep down into the taut, velvet chamber of her darling throat. When she had his prick buried to the hilt in her mouth she began to pump her head up and down on the massive rod, sucking hard on his meat as she went along.
"Oh, God, God," Kraft gasped, tossing violently about under her determined sucking. "Ahhh, suck me, Liz, suck, me! Suck it hard, baby, suck it hard! Yeah, that's it! Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah!"
Now her sweet, loving head began to travel faster up and down his prick. She dragged her teeth along, grinding them into his meat, her lips tightly wrapped around the plunging shaft.
She sucked and twisted, blowing against the throbbing tool, licking and slashing with her darling tongue.
Her hand gripped his aching balls tightly and she began to knead and massage the taut package, urging him on with her tiny, precious fist while her moist lips blew him harder and more powerfully than he could ever remember.
His prick felt twice its size and boiling with passion as the sweet, wonderful woman drove it deep into her throat. He could feel her strong, silken muscles gripping him tightly and her frenzied sucking was bringing him nearer and nearer to an intense and overpowering orgasm.
"Ahhh, Jesus, Liz, Jesus," he gasped, breathless with lust and greed. He slammed his prick upward to her mouth and thrilled to her passionate sucking. "I'm going to come, Liz! Yes, ahhhh, yes, I'm going to come in your mouth! Oh, God, it feels so good! I'm going to come in your mouth, Liz, in your lovely mouth!"
She bored down on him, feeling the massive rumbling in his balls and then suddenly she felt him bucking and shuddering violently and he screamed in quiet pleasure as a thick burst of come exploded from his prick and she gulped hungrily to swallow every precious drop of his manly fluid.
Again and again the feelings of pleasure raced through him. He could feel nothing but the aching, marvelous delight that was tearing through his loins and he moaned with pleasure as she sunk his spurting prick deep in her silken chamber and allowed him to climax in the pit of her velvet throat.
Finally she pulled her head from his cock and licked the last traces of his orgasm from his aching shaft. He smiled weakly, drained of all strength and energy. She lay with her head in his lap, his still warm cock against her cheek, and closed her eyes. He knew that in a few moments she would be asleep and he whispered to her not knowing if she heard or not.
"I have to go, Liz," he told her softly. "I have to do something and I don't know how long it is going to take, but it's important. Please don't try and find me you won't be able to. Just forget about me, forget about me completely."
He heard her sigh with the warm, delicious approach of sleep and he gently lifted her head from his lap and placed a pillow underneath her, covering her smooth, warm body with a blanket. He dressed quickly and let himself out, pausing only for a moment to stare at her, his heart aching with the fear that he would never see her again. Then he pulled the door shut and hurried down the stairs to the street below.
All he could think about was Liz! He couldn't seem to get her off of his mind.
They picked him up a block away from her apartment.
CHAPTER SIX
He was sitting in a rather bare room with a single, naked bulb glaring down at him, casting an almost amusing shadow over his features. He had already examined the room and had found that it yielded nothing in the way of information other than the fact that they always seemed to pick a dramatic location for their work. Probably an over-kill of movies, he mused.
He had been blindfolded of course and driven a twisting route through the city. He had tried to follow the route with his ears, but unlike Stevens, these people knew their stuff and after a few minutes he gave up, realizing that it was hopeless.
He wasn't too worried or scared, after all, they wanted things from him and he was fairly certain that they truly believed him to be ready to turn. Now the real work begins, he thought, finding his hands damp with a worried sweat he did not know he was feeling. Now, if you make a mistake, you could pay for it with your life, he thought. Now the game gets serious.
He shuddered involuntarily and hissed at himself to get control. You have too much to do and not a lot of time, he told himself. You must pull this off, you must. Everything depends on it, on you. He shook his head and for the first time since he had agreed- to try the Director's plan, he wished he hadn't taken the job. He yearned to be back in the warm, comfortable apartment, lying safely in Liz's arms. He felt his loins trembling at her memory and hardly heard the click of the lock and the opening of the door.
He looked up and saw a tall, slender woman of about thirty-five enter the tiny, unpleasant room. She walked toward him in careful, measured steps, her eyes taking all of him in as she approached. She was not merely attractive, but simply stunning. She was about five-ten or eleven, almost as tall as Kraft and she had a luscious, sensuous body that did not go with her identity.
"Fellen," he said quietly, his lips forming into a smile as he watched the beautiful woman stop just in front of him. "Simone Fellen, I guess I should be honored or something, huh? The number two control in the flesh!"
"Hello, Kraft," the woman replied, her sweet, musical tone trapped in the rigid grasp of her role. "I am wondering already if I should believe anything you have to tell me. I can not seem to come up with a single reason why I should."
Kraft laughed bitterly, shaking his head, the laugh turning into a hacking cough that got out of his control. "I had heard about your sense of humor," he finally was able to say. "It is finely tuned indeed!" He glared up at her. "I don't give a shit what you believe," he spat out. "I'll talk, you do what you want with it, that's all. The only thing I care about is my money."
She took a chair and drew it up to the small table he was sitting at. She sat down across from him and folded her arms, peering intently into his dark eyes. She made him self-conscious and he turned away and it was her turn to laugh.
"I hope we will not be playing too many of these games, Kraft," she said in a cheery voice. "We really don't have the time and besides, I'm sure the quicker you get rid of this distasteful business, the better you will feel."
"You're right, there," he nodded, a heavy, grim sadness to his voice that she did not miss. "If they hadn't treated me like shit... if I didn't need the money... I... " he sighed, shaking his head.
"I understand, I understand quite well actually," Simone Fellen said in a soothing voice. "Would you care for a drink?"
"God, yes," he groaned. He dropped his head to his chest and sat with his hands folded in his lap, a rather pathetic sight. She poured him a glass of whiskey and he drank greedily from it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and grinning nervously after he put the glass back down on the table.
"Now, we can begin," Simone said and withdrew a small notebook from her pocket and a bright golden pen. "Tell me about yourself, how were you recruited?"
It went like that for the rest of the day. Kraft told her all about his service with Army Intelligence during the early stages of the Vietnam war. He did a good job with AI, he boasted, running down informers and double agents. He had been decorated twice, once for bravery, he explained proudly.
She listened to him impassively, letting him mull over his years with the army, years that it seemed were the best of his life. He kept trying to read her expression, figure out how and what she was doing with all of this in her mind but he couldn't find her behind that cold, beautiful mask she was wearing.
"And it was the Director himself who recruited you after your military service, correct?" she asked, gold pen poised.
He shook his head. "He got me before I got out," he explained. "Talked to me the God damn day after I got home. Jesus, the old bastard didn't waste any time! Out of one fire into another, I must have been insane!"
"Perhaps you were just dedicated, or loyal," she offered, staring into his eyes with the cool fire of her own. "Maybe you just love your country." _ "My ass," snorted Kraft, taking another sip from his glass. "I don't want to move in with your bunch either," he laughed grimly. "But after what they did to me, I could give a damn what happens to them. I'm only concerned with me!"
"Indeed," Simone Fellen sighed. "Now, what was your first assignment with the Corporation? I believe you were sent to spy on college students, or is that wrong?"
She was smiling sweetly and the dig in her voice was too clear to be a mistake. He grinned back and nodded. He told her of the job and tried to stay light about it as he talked. It hadn't been something he had liked doing and had asked to be off it almost immediately.
Gently she guided him through those first couple of years with the Corporation. She was quite good at it, actually, for she seemed to know just how to prick Kraft's ego enough to make him reveal things that even he didn't know he knew, or could remember knowing.
He found it easy to talk to her, she was always patient and her voice kept the same, soft musical tone throughout the long evening. He found himself growing to like her very much and once or twice he actually forgot that he was only playing a role and not actually being captivated enough by this sensual woman to be turned by her.
He liked recalling his work with the Corporation. It was like playing back a movie or film of the best moments of your life. He could recall with pride some of his deeds, though his victories in reality had been defeats for her and had he not been acting the part of a vain, boastful man, it might not have been so much fun telling her all he had done. He was a remarkable source and even though she kept the cold, uninvolved face of a person merely recording the facts, he could tell that she was as excited by what she was hearing as he was proud of having known or done it.
It was near dawn before they stopped. He had finished off half a bottle of the whiskey but was not drunk. A number of times she had sent out for cigarettes for him, clucking her tongue at the way he chain smoked.
He laughed sourly. "I suppose if I lived in the People's State I would not be this anxious and therefore would have no need for such crutches, eh," he said, sneering at her. "We could skip the preaching act, if you please."
"I merely point out, Kraft, that there is medical evidence that smoking shortens one's life," she explained, avoiding the dig. "And one would assume you wish to have at least enough time to spend the money we will be paying you."
"My life is going to be worth about ten cents on the open market when I finish spilling it to you," Kraft said grimly. "And you know it. So let's not worry about my smoking or drinking, huh?"
"As you wish, Kraft," she murmured. She stood up, the barest trace of fatigue showing in her and sighed. "Shall we take a few hours break? You have been most helpful and I would not want to tire you. After all, it is only when one is alert that one does his best, correct? Just ask the guard outside the door for anything you wish, I will see you again after lunch."
Before Kraft could say anything she had turned and left the room. He took his drink over to the small, narrow bed and sat down on the frayed mattress, covered by a thick, woolen blanket. At least the room is warm, he though, rocking up and down on the springs, hearing them creaking in protest.
He thought about the interview so far. They were almost to the point of where the business with Lyter began. And the business of Olandt. Now would be the tricky part. He would have to make sure that it was her idea and not his. He would have to act as if it were impossible. The whole picture of himself that he had created would now come to his most important point. Accusing Olandt himself would be useless. It would have to come from "her.
He yawned and stretched, laying back on the bed. He wished they would turn out that damn light, but it really didn't matter. His eyes were closing rapidly, soon he would be asleep. He felt exhausted, but strangely alert. The woman stimulated him in some strange way. He realized that he was growing to like her, not an uncommon thing among rivals in the same trade. He admired her efficiency and detachment. He had no idea what she thought of him, but he assumed that she considered him a failure and worse a traitor. He knew how he would see himself and it would be with nothing but disgust. He hoped he looked that bad. As his eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, images of Liz formed in his mind, he saw her smile and warm ideas and he felt himself overcome by sadness. When he slept he dreamed of her and of Simone Fellen until the two became mixed and he could not. tell them apart.
The guard woke him for lunch and informed him that Simone would be there in about an hour. The afternoon meal was something on the order of a hamburger and french fries, though it tasted so bland that Kraft wondered if they got it that very day or weeks before.
The guard brought him more whiskey, obviously not pleased with the idea of keeping such a low human being in booze. Kraft give him a fuck-you look and sent him out for a carton of cigarettes just to bug him. He ate the meal distastefully, only forcing the garbage down in the first place because he needed something in his stomach to go on. He ate quickly and finished off a drink in a matter of minutes to wash the bland, rotten food down.
He was pouring himself another drink when Simone Fellen entered the room.
He turned and noticed with amusement that she was dressed a little more attractively than before. Instead of the baggy working outfit she had worn last night, she was now wearing a frilly, colorful blouse and a short skirt that ended just above her knees. He could see her long, well-turned legs striding purposefully toward the table and her full, round breasts bounced enticingly in the confinement of her bra against her blouse. Her hair was now about her shoulders instead of the bun she had worn it in earlier and all in all she was even better looking than he had imagined.
"I see you've gotten yourself dressed up," he chuckled softly, pointing with the glass in his hand. "I hope it wasn't on my account."
She permitted herself a thin smile. "Don't flatter yourself, Kraft," she said quietly. "I may have to attend a function this evening. That is the only reason for this rather obscene mode of dress that your women seem to be so hungry for."
My ass, Kraft thought, but said nothing. Simone Fellen sat down across from him as she had the night before and took out the same notebook and pen. She nodded at Kraft and he lit a cigarette, waiting for her questions to begin.
"Now, I believe it was in the fall of nineteen seventy-four that you first began working in this area," she said quietly. "Tell me about it."
"Nothing much to tell on that point. I ran everyone. I lined them up, coddled them, held their God damn hands! Jesus what a show!" he shook his head, laughing partly with bitterness, partly with pride. "I built this section up until it was the best in the country. Nobody had one more profitable, I can tell you that."
"Until a year ago," she reminded him, gently. "That was when you began to lose your people, wasn't it."
"Yes, when you people sent your boy Olandt over here, that put the beginnings of the end to it," he agreed, the pain of failure in his voice. "He's damn good, alright! Damn good!" Kraft went on to explain how he kept losing people left and right. Each time they had something going for them, a man would be lost. It was insane how it kept on happening. Of course, you expected to lose men, that's the nature of the game. The men are too often careless and think too highly of themselves. They are bound to fall after awhile.
"But, Jesus, not at the rate they did," moaned Kraft. He shook his head and tossed of the contents of his glass. "It was like a set of dominoes! One after another tumbling down."
"Until Lyter was the only one left," Simone added, carefully. "He was the last, wasn't he? The last link you had."
"Yes, Olandt saved the best for the end," sighed Kraft. "Alec had a big idea of himself but he was cool. Very, very careful for one in that end of the business. If he hadn't blabbed to that mistress of his, Olandt might not have tracked him down. He might have made it across."
"Perhaps. Isn't it strange, though, how each time one of your man was discovered, Olandt always seemed to get to them before I could?" she asked. Kraft stared at her, a look of confusion on his face. "I mean, I asked that he please let me talk to them, get something out of them, but no, they always ended up the same way. Don't you find that strange?"
"I think I know what you're getting at," Kraft said, a burst of laughter coming from his lips. "I've been though all this before. Especially with the Director trying to find out how it was possible for Lyter to give us so much. But you can forget that. To put it bluntly, Olandt is no double, if he was, I would have known. After all, it was my section, my people. There wouldn't have been any other way to do it. I would have to have known. Do you see?"
"All right, we will forget that for the time being." she said, brushing away the topic with her hand. "Now, tell me about after Lyter's end."
Kraft poured himself another drink and talked for the next hour or so about what had happened since that cold night on the bridge. He_ explained the meeting with the Director and how he was told that maybe he needed a rest. He bitterly spat out the words. His mouth a tight smile.
"Rest my ass," he said grimly. "That was the end, I knew it. I had hoped perhaps they would just transfer me, you know. I mean, I wouldn't have even minded working under someone else for awhile. But accounting? No. I'm no fool, once you get sent to that devil's island you don't come back!"
He was angry now, spilling out details before she asked for them. He went into every aspect of his work in accounting, grimly talking of the old women who bossed him around and the thousands of dollars he saw being spent for no reason at all.
"They had one operation, 'Buried Plot' I think they called it. and, my God did they love to spend money on that one!"
"Tell me about it," she urged. Kraft noticed for the first time her excitement was more than the average she had shown. "What was the money for?"
"Damned if I know," he replied, shaking his head. "But it was a lot, I can tell you that. From the way it looked, it was informational. I had to assume it was for someone fairly good for them. They just paid and paid. More than I ever gave to Lyter, and he got much more than most!"
"A local operation," she inquired. Her arms were on the table and she was staring deeply into Kraft's eyes. "Did the money go out here?"
"I have no idea, but don't you see," Kraft said, trying to be patient. "I would have known about that. I keep telling you I would have known about that!"
"There is no way they would have by-passed you," she insisted. "In the interests of keeping a lid on things, I mean."
Kraft argued some more, denying any possibility that Olandt could be a double. It was insane and impossible he kept saying. He pretended to be insulted that she could even think they would work something like that without telling him. He shook his head and stated flatly that under no circumstances could it have been done.
She let him have his way and got careful accounting of dates and amounts for the operation called 'Buried Plot'. Kraft said that the money was always on a certain bank and he was able to provide her with almost exact dates of the deposits. He knew nothing about withdrawals.
Finally they finished up with his getting fired and the last few, dismal weeks he had spent before they contacted him. It was almost supper time and she sighed, obviously tired from the last two days, and closed her filled notebook.
"Now about my money," Kraft said firmly. "When do I get it and when do I get out of here? I'm not too keen on spending any more time in this city."
"I can understand that, Kraft," she said, smiling a tight grin. She stood up and prepared to go. "But we are not through yet." she explained. "There are a few more things you would be able to help us with. It shouldn't take any more than a couple of days, I promise you. You understand, don't you?"
"Well, I'm damned tired of this room and bored to death," he almost shouted, letting his fear at being confined show through. "At least let me walk around a bit. entertain myself or something!"' "I will have you moved to a better room after this evening's meal," she said after thinking about it for a moment. "I think you will find that things are going to improve for you a great deal from now on."
With that she turned and left him without another word. He sat down, hoping that he had performed correctly. He prayed that whatever she had in mind would not take too long. He hadn't counted on being held over and did not like it one bit.
He sat at the table, brooding and drinking for a couple of hours. His dinner came but he hardly touched it. He drank and thought and tried to keep the worry from churning in his stomach. After a little while the guard instructed him to follow along. Kraft took his bottle and what was left of his carton and was led to a room a few doors down. It was much nicer and had the look of being lived in. It had a television and small bar along with a bigger, more comfortable bed.
He spent the rest of the evening watching tv, pacing his drinking and smoking. He took his first shower in two days and noticed several things around the bathroom and bedroom that gave him clues to who slept there. He was not surprised when around eleven-thirty, Simone Fellen entered the room, shaking the snow and biting chill from her coat.
"Enjoy your function?" he said cheerfully as the attractive woman removed her coat and hung it in a closet. "You must have been the hit of the party."
"It was useful to have gone," she said in a toneless voice. She shrugged her shoulders. "One does what one must."
"God. you're a cold bitch," Kraft muttered, shuddering slightly. "If you feel that way about it, why put me up in your room?"
She walked over to the bed where he was sitting, a drink in his hand, and stood beside it, looking down on him. She reached down and took the glass from his hand and drank deeply from it without a blink of her eye.
"I am not everything you think I am, Kraft," she said evenly. A wicked smile crossed her face and Kraft wondered if she were teasing him. "When I am working, I think of nothing but that. However, the better my work goes, the more I need certain kinds of releases that are important to the well-being of any human. I am sure you can understand that."
He took the glass back from her and downed the remains of the drink. He set the glass down and folded his arms across his shoulder, acting as if he could care less about the whole thing.
He shrugged. "Why me," he said quietly. "I know you despise me, think I am the lowest of the low, why me? Why not someone more to your frame of mind?"
"Because, Kraft, you stimulate me," she said simply. "There is a mystery to you that I must unravel. Something about you is almost erotic but not quite. I don't think anyone has ever found out who, exactly, you are. Perhaps I can."
"Shit," he laughed. "You sound like some college kid in a sensitivity group. You know what I am, an onion with layers upon layers. There is nothing at the core. I wouldn't be here if there was."
"Then, merely think of it as a bonus, a bit of a reward beyond the money we are paying you," she said, bending down toward his head. "Think of it that way."
Kraft put up his hand. "I don't accept sex from you," he said bitterly. "I'm no cheap little sot who has to go begging. Leave my prick out of this!"
She laughed and sat down on the bed, staring into his cold, furious eyes. Her hand lightly traveled over his thigh, her nails barely scraping across the fabric of his trousers. She felt him stiffen when she dug her nails in at the point of his thigh meeting his torso.
"Stop playing games, Kraft, and kiss me," she cooed softly. She bent forward again and Kraft could smell the faint scent of a delicious perfume mixing with the moist, womanly odor that came from her excited flesh. "Kiss me, damn you, I need it! I need it now!"
The urgent, angry hiss of her voice made him shake with a mixture of anticipation and sudden fear. He saw her mouth coming nearer and nearer and realized that he had better cease taunting her. She was serious.
He sat quite still as her succulent, moist lips gently covered his. He felt her shuddering a little as she pressed the full, soft petals against his own. She groaned quietly with the contact and her long, slender fingers went to his head and held him tightly in their grasp.
He sighed as a shiver of delight rumbled in his loins. Her warm, pink tongue was riding along his clenched teeth, pressing urgently against them. Her soft, pliant lips ran hungrily over his, kissing him deeply, mashing against his mouth in a fever of passion that was a bit more than he would have expected. Clearly, love-making was something more than a casual thing to the woman.
He allowed her insistent spear to penetrate the chamber of his mouth and roll wildly around within. He felt the moist, warm dart stabbing greedily at his own and he entwined his rough, seeking spear around hers and ground his mouth roughly down on the willing lips.
"Ahhhh, this is good," she moaned softly, leaning her body into him as he slid over and made room for her on the bed. "This is what I am looking for! Kiss me Kraft! Kiss me as hard as you like! I need the passion, I need it now!"
His hands danced over her back, pressing tenderly against her blouse, feeling the urgent rippling over spine through her thin clothing, trembling with greed and anticipation. He rode his fingers down to the base of her spine and paused at the swell of her firm, rounded buttocks.
"Go on, go on, Kraft," she sighed, a fever of wanting building rapidly in her loins. "We are not children. Touch me, Kraft! Caress me! Love my body now!"
Eagerly he slithered his fingers down over the pert, jutting half moons of her lovely bottom. He felt the spongy cheeks quivering as he caressed them and he gently curled his fingers around the precious buns, gripping and squeezing them lovingly.
She shook with desire and wiggled her ass against the grip of his kneading fingers. A gasp of deep, harsh pleasure escaped her lips as she moved them sensuously over his yearning mouth. He kissed and ran his tongue back and forth over her lips and moist sugar. She was swaying gently in his loose embrace and he felt her knees riding over his left thigh, sinking down on either side of his shaking limb. He felt the soft, tender pressure of her beautiful leg against his inner thighs and gently she forced her kneecap against his groin.
He moaned as he felt his prick being rubbed by the slightly moving limb and the growing shaft seemed to swell quickly under the contact and begin to pound almost painfully in wanting expectation. He squeezed the luscious mounds of her behind in his strong hand and kissed her cheek lovingly as she turned her head from side to side to receive his kissing caress.
He brought one of his hands around to the front of her body and tenderly cupped the warm palm over one of her magnificent breasts. The soft, pliant globe quivered under his touch and she moaned heavily, pressing her body tightly against his hand, "Ahhh, yes, yes," she said, quaking uncontrollably as the spasms of fiery warmth raced through her loins. "That is so nice, so very nice! More, Kraft, more of that!"
It was strange and exciting with her, something Kraft had not experienced before. Not even Liz could be this intense. His body was almost shaking involuntarily and his prick was pounding with the urgent, fevered blood that was tearing through it. He groaned with each twitching, involuntary spasm that shook him and he squeezed her large, trapped tit in his hand, kneading and massaging the spongy globe hungrily.
He ran his other hand over the tops of her thighs and slithered it under her short skirt. He felt her tremble as his fingers scraped across her panty hose, pulling at it teasingly and letting it snap back against her warm flesh. Gently he slid two fingers between her parted limbs and ran them up and down over the cleft of her warm pussy mound. She moaned and shivered with pleasure as the seeking spears caressed her throbbing hillock and he could feel the warm, rising heat coming from her cave, yearning to be freed.
He cupped his hand over the aching mound and rubbed the hard palm up and down over it. She gasped loudly and thrust her pussy against his working hand, her mouth burying itself in the crook of his shoulder and kissing him greedily.
He laughed as he felt her passion boiling in her and his other hand lovingly played with the buttons to her blouse, popping them open one by one until he could pull the folds of her shirt from her skirt and was staring at the rise and fall of her luscious tits as her breathing became labored and swift.
He slithered the tips of his fingers over the creamy white cups of her bra, riding them around the rim of the halter, teasing the trapped flesh of her tits that seemed to strain to be released from the confining garment. She moaned softly as she felt him caressing her and she bit into the flesh of his neck hungrily, kissing the warm skin urgently.
She squirmed and wiggled, tugging on her sleeves until the blouse had slithered down over her arms and hands and she could push it away from her. She quivered and sighed in contentment and he admired her smooth, creamy flesh, half-naked to his eyes. Hungrily he put his arm around her again and his determined fingers found the clasp to her bra. She was wearing a tight, one hooked, shapeless halter and when he yanked the button free, she gasped with pleasure and ripped the bra away from her, baring her luscious, proud tits to his view.
The delightful globes jiggled enticingly with her urgent movement and they stood high and firm on her ribcage, hardly needing the support of a bra at all. They were perfectly shaped pears that swayed with anticipation in front of him and he reached out with a tentative greed, pressing the tips of his fingers beneath them.
"Touch them, caress them, love them, Kraft," she murmured passionately, her lips fluttering sensuously against his neck. "Make love to me, Kraft! Make hard, angry love to me, now!"
Greedily he curled his fingers around one precious boob and felt the incredible heat of her aching desire. He flicked his thumb against her throbbing nipple and the pink, thick dot grew as hard as a stone under his loving touch. She gasped wildly and mashed her body against his hand. She felt his determined fingers riding up over the hem of her panty hose and panties and slithering inside of them. She gasped as she felt the searching digits riding down over her hard, flat belly, curling in her moist, thick cunt hair and tugging playfully on the wet strands.
He squeezed and massaged her creamy mounds, rolling her pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it tenderly until she felt on fire with need and could think of nothing else but the aching lust that was tearing her pussy apart.
She sighed happily as she felt the strong, loving touch of his finger tips on her twitching clit. The tiny bud was throbbing wildly as he caressed it and she moaned loudly when he rolled and pinched the sweet, juicy nugget in his grip. She thrust her cunt up hard against his hand and groaned loudly under his seeking touch. Her cunt lips were fluttering wildly and the swollen, damp petals yearned for his attention.
"Jesus, you're hot," Kraft gasped as he slid his fingers between the trembling lips, feeling his digits growing wet and slippery from the love juice that was flowing heavily from her burning cave. "I've never met anybody this hot before!"
She laughed deeply, pleased to have him excited by her urgent need and warm flesh. She felt his cock bulging through his pants, throbbing against her knee and she reached down with one of her slender hands and curled her long fingers around the mighty, pounding mound, squeezing it firmly until he was groaning in satisfaction.
"Ahhh, what a hard, thick tool you have," she sighed happily, her voice just above a whisper. "I so like a hard, thick tool inside of me! It is what makes a woman complete at times like this!"
She danced her fingers along the hard, quaking bulge, pinching and tugging as she went along, enjoying the sounds of pleasure and need that came from the man. She found his zipper and pulled it down, then swiftly unbuckled his pants and slithered her fingers inside, curling them around the thick, hot shaft.
"Oh, God, God damn," Kraft moaned as he felt the darling hand clutching his aching prick. "Ahhh, that's good! That's so fucking good!"
Gently she withdrew the huge prong from his pants and kneaded the round pole in her soft, warm palm. He sighed deeply as she ran her fingernails along his tortured meat, digging them into the blood-filled flesh, tracing a path as she went along. She rolled the tip of one finger around the fat, engorged head of his prick, pinching the marvelous helmet with her thumb and forefinger.
Kraft felt the aching, almost painful greed racing along the length of his prick and he felt the wanting tearing him apart with its intense need and undeniable power. He slid his two fingers up and down between her swollen, slippery cunt lips and twirled them around the entrance to her steaming tunnel.
The yearning woman bucked her pussy against his head, aching for him to slither the finger past her boiling entrance. She moaned and swayed rhythmically under his caress and her loins felt as if they were going to burst with passion.
"Inside, inside, you fool," she hissed pleadingly. "God, will you please put them inside of me now! I need them! I need your fingers in me now!"
Willingly Kraft forced the two spears past her dripping petals of passion. She sobbed with delight as the strong, thick probes twisted and turned along her hot, taut tunnel, scraping the interior of her burning pit, wiggling erotically until his fingers were buried to the hilt in her throbbing, hot chamber.
She groaned wildly and began to pump her hand hard up and down on his shaft, twisting and turning her slender grip as she went along. She thrilled to the moans of pleasure he made and the way the fevered blood pounded through his prick, making it beat harshly in her grasp.
Lovingly he began to drive his fingers in and out of the steaming pit of her wanting. He could feel her strong, eager cunt muscles locking and unlocking around his fingers and he shivered with the hot, boiling tightness of her womb, knowing that she was rapidly building to the point of explosion under his forceful attack.
She gasped breathlessly and tossed her head from side to side over his shoulder. When she spoke her words were tight and urgent. "Kiss my breasts, Kraft, kiss them," she groaned, pushing his head down with her free hand. "Kiss my breasts and put your other hand on my ass! Now, damn it, now! I want to feel a finger in my ass right now!"
Kraft could do nothing but what she asked. As she reached down and struggled with her panty hose and panties, drawing up her knees to slide the unwanted garment over them, he dropped his head along her creamy, smooth neck and slithered his free hand to her damp, warm bum.
She groaned when she was finally able to toss the panty hose and panties away, baring her flesh to his hungry hands. He slithered his tongue between her luscious, jiggling mounds and lathered her pert, pink nipples with the wicked arrow. She moaned and thrashed as he rolled his lips over one sweet nugget, kissing it tenderly then sucking it hungrily into his mouth.
With a shudder of passion she gasped loudly and ground her pussy against his pumping fingers. His other hand rode over the swell of her luscious ass and slithered between her spongy cheeks. An intense flame of tingling warmth tore through her pussy and asshole as the tip of one finger began to twirl around the rim of the tight, unyielding dot. She relaxed her taut, steaming anal muscles and allowed the seeking prong to probe her wet, tight interior.
Kraft almost shook with pleasure as he buried his finger in the damp recesses of her trembling bottom. He turned and pushed with his stiff, thick prong, thrilling to the tightness and willingness of her bum to be penetrated. The lovely, warm woman groaned with delight at the attention her hole was getting and she alternated between grinding her ass against his hand and thrusting her pussy against his other hand as he continued to probe and play with both of her aching tunnels.
"Ohhh, yes, yes, Kraft, that is it," she cried softly, bucking and thrashing under his unrelenting attack. "Now I feel it! Now I feel what I need! Ohh, ahhh, more, Kraft, more, more, more!"
Hungrily he mashed his mouth on her breasts, sucking the nipple between his teeth and slashing at it cruelly with his greedy tongue. He nibbled hungrily on her spongy globe and the moist, warm sensation of her quivering mounds was more than enough to match the insane pleasure of her hand so lovingly riding his aching tool.
Faster and faster he pumped both of his hands against her asshole and cunt. He felt her muscles locking and unlocking against the assault and she shook and rocked uncontrollably under the twin strokes of his buried shafts. Harder and harder he rammed his fingers into her. The two hot tunnels were burning and wet with her desire and he could feel his fingers slithering along together between the thin membrane of flesh that separated them.
Her cunt was growing tighter and tighter now, each time he rammed his finger down into the depths of the steaming cave she screamed in pleasure and fluttered her pussy lips around the driving hand. He could sense she was almost ready to explode from need and he twisted and turned his fingers around inside of the hot, clutching pit.
Suddenly she gasped and cried out, stiffening against his pumping digits. ,A thick, creamy river of come burst from her loins and flooded her womb, overflowing the quaking pit and spilling onto his hand.
"Ahhh, yes, yes," she groaned, grinding her pussy hard against his pounding fingers. "I'm coming now, Kraft! Ohhh, it's good, so very, very good, now!"
She bucked and quaked and her fingers squeezed his prick painfully as the aching spasms of relief tore through her. She shivered .uncontrollably and pounded her hand up and down on his tortured meat, knowing that she was driving her nearer to his own orgasm with every thundering stroke.
She shuddered as the waves of delight washed over her and she quickly moved her body around on the bed, his hand following her, still locked tightly in her exploding pit. The lovely tremors continued to thrash her womb as she lifted her ass in willing anticipation and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Now the ass, Kraft," she said urgently. "Put your mighty tool in my ass! I need to feel it in me, now!"
Kraft gasped with an exquisite agony as she pulled his throbbing, blood-filled cock toward the moist, soft channel between her luscious cheeks. He positioned himself behind her and pushed her hand away from his prick. Tenderly he pressed the thick, hot head of his cock against her quivering anal dot. He didn't think he would be able to get it in there but she wiggled erotically against the pounding tip of his shaft and her delicate, taut entrance opened enough for him to slither the thick helmet inside.
She screamed with the delicious hot stinging pain of his invasion and bucked her spongy half moons toward him. He moaned as he felt the hot, tight canal gripping his plunging spear and he pushed forward, driving it a little more into her charming, damp bum.
Slowly he forced more' and more of his prick into the steaming, tight tunnel. Her anal muscles wrapped themselves around the invading pole and pulled more of the throbbing manhood into her. Deeper and deeper he went, his cock aching and screaming with delight as the hot pit accepted his assault. He gasped and moaned and twisted, pushing it further and further into her until finally he was buried to the hilt, his belly tightly pressed against her warm bottom.
"Now, now, now," she cooed softly, rocking her ass up and down over his flesh, gripping and releasing with her strong anal muscles. "Fuck me, now! Fuck me, hard! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
The pleasure was almost too much for Kraft to bear and he thrust his prick against her steaming inner walls and pulled back, dragging his pounding meat along the slippery tunnel. He drove gently into her again and ground his prick around inside of the slippery canal. She bucked backward and thrust forward, urging him to be more passionate and forceful. He drew his prick out of her once more and slammed into her again and her scream of delight sent aching spasms through his loins. Harder and harder he slammed his prick into her hot, taut canal. He twisted and turned, gasping for breath as he rode the tight, gripping path, slamming his prick to the depths of her moist, warm bum, grinding his hips against her spongy, pliant ass with every stroke.
She shuddered and moaned, loving the powerful force of his attack. She wiggled and squirmed under his driving thrust and she could feel his prick swelling bigger and bigger with every stroke, bringing him closer to his final moment.
Kraft's balls ached for relief and his body trembled almost out of control as he slammed and powered into her again and again. Her hot, taut bum held him in a tight, loving grip and he could think of nothing now but the intense, aching need that was trembling in his loins and the exquisite agony that was lashing at his balls and licking painfully at his driving cock.
He felt the burning, fiery need boiling over and nearing the end and he rammed his cock into her harder and harder now, no longer caring how she felt or what it was doing to her. He groaned in anticipation and buried his prick deep in her asshole as the eruption of lust occurred in his tortured loins.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," he gasped, his words harsh and clipped. "Ahhh,. Jesus, I'm going to come in your ass! In your tight little ass!"
Simone quivered violently as the spasm of release overwhelmed Kraft and she felt his body shuddering uncontrollably. A searing, thick burst of come spurt from his pounding cock and lashed at her inner walls. He bucked into her over and over and the creamy fluid of his passion continued to spurt from his aching shaft. He cried out and shook with the waves of pleasure that were burning in him. It felt as if he would never stop coming and when he finally did, he fell away from her and lay on the bed, quivering and twitching with the final throes of his desire.
She fell face down on the bed and sobbed with satisfaction and relief. She crawled over to him and kissed him wildly, cooing and moaning with pleasure and happiness. "Ahhh, Kraft, you were wonderful, wonderful," she moaned. "I knew something good would come of our meeting, I just knew it! Another spasm raced through him and Kraft's mind went to the reason why he was here. He heard her voice talking to him and he shook with pleasure, thinking that perhaps he hadn't done a bad job at all.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Liz knew she would not see Kraft again when she woke up alone, on the couch the next morning. She did not know how she knew, but she just did. She tried to put it out of her mind. It was something she had always expected would happen. He had told her enough, after all, that someday he would be gone. Still, the hurt remained.
She went about her work at the library, hiding the pain and sorrow quite well, it was only at home that she allowed herself to experience the aching loss she felt. She had no idea of what she was going to do with her future. What had seemed normal and complete before she met Kraft, now seemed empty and strange without him. She was not prepared for the kindly, older gentleman that visited her one afternoon and asked if she needed any money or help. She was not prepared to find out the man was a friend of Kraft's.
He would not answer any of her questions and left quickly after she assured him she did not need any help. She was convinced now that Kraft was in trouble and she tried for a day or two to find him without any luck. Perhaps if he had explained things Jo her, had assured her he would be all right she would not have been so frantic and vulnerable to the slightest hint of his location. That is why she willingly got into the car with the older woman when they told her they knew where Kraft was.
She was taken across the bridge to Queens. The kindly woman would not answer any of her questions and she had to sit impatiently for a long time in a small, dingy room until they came for her again. The building was old and smelled of decay and it frightened her, making her feel like a prisoner.
It was very late at night, almost, midnight and Liz had been waiting almost three hours when a man came to the door and silently led her down the hall to a large, cold room that was barren aside from a couple of tables and chairs. She saw Kraft sitting at one of the tables and a tall, cold-eyed man at the other. The woman was with Kraft and she understood that some kind of investigation was going on.
Kraft had not seen her enter and she sat silently, listening to the woman who was pointing in the direction of the cold-eyed man. The woman was talking to three people sitting at a table in front of the other two. They looked serious and almost mean and Liz decided she did not like them either. "Now I will proceed to show how Olandt has betrayed us," the woman said in a voice that was soft and musical despite her seriousness. "He had cleverly eliminated any threat to his exposure while at the same time taking money from our enemies to weaken and destroy us."
Liz found it hard to understand any of this. The woman was talking about dates and amounts of money that the man, Olandt was accused of receiving. The man sat quite still, as if he weren't hearing anything the woman said. She went on, mentioning Kraft again and again and finally Liz realized that Kraft was her main source of information and her number one witness, too.
Liz listened intently as the woman talked about Olandt always reaching the people they were after, first, and how he had cleverly made sure that none of them got to talk. Everything sounded so complete and correct, the dates and events matching, that Liz was sure the man would be found guilty.
She heard her name spoken and saw the heads at the tables swivel around to stare at her. Kraft's eyes went wide with fear and horror at seeing her and Liz thought that he seemed to sag in his chair like all the strength had gone out of him. The woman asked her if she had ever heard Kraft talking about Olandt and Liz shook her head. The woman nodded and then called on Kraft to speak.
"I tell you, as I told her," he said, his voice shaking and breaking. "If he was ours I would have known it! I'm no fan of the bastard, but I can't tell you things I don't know or aren't true!"
The man named Olandt held up- his hand. "Tell me, Ms. Sinclair," he said, his voice liquid and soft. "Didn't an old gentleman visit you recently. Ask you if you needed money or help? Didn't he mention he was a friend of Mister Kraft's?"
Liz nodded, gulping in fear. Something terrible was going on. "Yes, yes," she stammered. "But... but what is going on here? Is John in some kind of trouble? Who are you people?"
Olandt held up his hand again. "Never mind that," he turned to the men sitting in front of him. "As you can see, this is all a plot to destroy me. Kraft and the Director invented this plan, invented Kraft's firing and destruction just to bring me down! Simone Fellen fell willingly into their trap!"
He wheeled around, his eyes suddenly blazing. "Perhaps the girl is all part of the plan, too! Who can tell, I ask you. You can see for yourselves that she has been approached. Look how she trembles and worries!"
"Shut up, Olandt," Kraft said, leaping to his feet. "Leave her out of this, she knows nothing! She's just a girl, that's all, nothing more, I tell you!"
"Then you tell me, Mister Kraft! If you want her to leave this room, you tell us everything right now!"
There was a murmur about the room and Olandt sat down satisfied. Kraft sank back down in his chair and stared into the eyes of the three men. It was obvious that they did not believe him any more. Damn the Director anyway, damn him to hell! The old, worrying fool had blown it! He wanted to know how much Kraft had talked to Liz and now he'd blown it. There was nothing more to do but tell them the truth and hope to get Liz out of it.
"Get her out of here and I'll tell you," he said quietly. He stared down at the table and shook his head. "That's all I want, just get her out."
Liz fought the two men that took hold of her and dragged her from the room. When the door shut behind her, Kraft looked up at the three men, then around the room and finally at Simone. She smiled and shrugged as if she too already knew what he was going to say. Then Kraft began to tell them about the plot.
It didn't take very long. He spoke in a low monotone, just spilling the story as quickly and simply as possible. The Director wanted Olandt and this was the best way to get him.
-They knew how much Simone wanted him out of the way and by just fixing a few things and inventing Kraft's downfall, they knew that she would be ripe for the story.
"You see, we didn't count on human failing very much," Kraft chuckled softly. "We didn't count on the Director being such a fool. All it takes is one mistake, you know. Damn funny that he should be the one to make it!"
That was the end of it. The men took a few minutes and then made their decision. Simone Fellen was led away and they took Kraft out of the room and down the hall to the same room he had been in before. They threw him in and locked the door behind him. He stood across the room, staring at Liz, sitting terrified on the bed, then he sighed and went over to her, his heart breaking.
CHAPTER EIGHT
He wouldn't let her speak. He had no idea how much time they had and he could not bear to waste any of it explaining his dismal defeat to the frightened young woman. He took her into his arms and kissed her hungrily on her trembling lips.
"Don't speak, don't think," he whispered passionately, his fingers caressing her fine, thick hair. "Just know I love you, Liz, just know that! Now kiss me, kiss me darling!"
She moaned quietly and pressed her lips against his mouth. Greedily she ran the aching, seeking petals back and forth across his tortured, dry lips. She could feel the pain and despair in him and she wanted only to erase it for as long as possible.
Lovingly she slithered her moist, pink dart between his teeth and curled it around his own. Her full, luscious lips roamed passionately over his and she ground her mouth hard on his.
He shuddered spasmodically and his fingers gripped her warm, pulsating back through the light blouse she was wearing. She moaned softly and roamed her lips back and forth over his, jabbing her tongue insistently between his teeth.
She ran her fingers down over his chest and stomach and pressed them against his groin. She felt him shake with desire and his prick grew swiftly under her loving pressure. She slithered her fingers back and forth along the swelling mound and thrilled to the warm, pounding sensation of his passion building.
Gently he fumbled with the buttons to her blouse, pulling them open and slithering his hand beyond the garment. He pressed his palm against her warm, smooth belly and she sighed in delight as his finger crept upward toward her heaving breasts, free of any bra.
"Ohhh, John, John," she moaned quietly. "I don't care about anything darling! Not about anything but this!"
He grasped one, jiggling globe in his fingers and squeezed the luscious sphere lovingly. She shivered with pleasure as a spasm of stinging delight raced through her aching breast to her throbbing womb.
They were on fire with wanting and greed, as if the unknown lack of time they might have was urging them on. He felt her tugging on his zipper and yanking at his belt and in seconds she had his prick free from the confinement of his pants and she was stroking it tenderly with her lovely, soft fingertips while her other hand slithered inside of his pants and cupped his aching balls in her soft, warm palm and gently closed her fist around the tight sack.
He could stand it no longer, he was aching with the fiery desires that she built in his loins. She shook violently as he ripped the zipper to her skirt down and forced the folds of her garment away from her. warm, trembling thighs. He ran his hard, seeking hand over her smooth, moist flesh and felt her skin tingling with anticipation as he gripped and massaged her luscious limb.
She stood up and pushed away from him. He watched in awe and loving need as she shrugged out of her blouse and pushed her panties down over her long, well-turned legs. He quickly stripped off his own clothing, never taking his eyes from her own beautiful body as she stood in front of him, defiantly demanding his attention.
He climbed back on the bed and she joined them, kneeling together in front of each other. He put out his hand and ran the tips of his fingers down along the soft, creamy cleft between her lovely breasts, across her hard, trim stomach to her rippling belly. Gently he slipped the seeking prongs between her moist, trembling thighs and felt the flutter of her cunt lips as the hard, thick prong caressed them.
"God, how could I ever do without you," he groaned, feeling the delicious sensation of her cunt petals grasping at his fingers. "I need you so badly, Liz! So badly!"
She nodded and leaned forward, his mouth meeting hers. He ran his fingers up and down along the thick, swollen folds of flesh that guarded the entrance to her luscious tunnel and he felt her shiver and groan under his attack, her thighs parting to allow him more access to her aching cave.
She reached out with her small, perfect hand and wrapped her fingers lovingly around his growing prick. Gently she squeezed the huge, thick shaft, dragging her nails across the fevered flesh as she moved her hand up and down briskly. She could feel the boiling hot blood pounding through the hard prong and she loved the way it beat wildly in her tender grasp.
His mouth ran over her creamy, elegant neck and neared her quivering boobs. She sighed contentedly when he licked the tops of her luscious globes, his teeth nipping lightly at her alabaster flesh. She shivered with excitement as he stabbed and lashed at her tits with his tongue, curling the insistent arrow around one of her pert, rosy nipples. He sucked the tangy nugget into his mouth and she gasped heavily as he began to suck hungrily on the trapped stone.
Eagerly she mashed her chest against his mouth and drove her fingers up and down on his massive cock. She twisted and turned the hard shaft, tugging on it as she pumped her dainty fingers on his meat. He was breathing erratically now, his chest on fire with need and his prick throbbing with the ache of desire. He slid his finger gently past the tight, damp entrance to her luscious pussy and she moaned in satisfaction as she felt the probing digit enter her.
"Oooo, yes, yes," she cried softly, bucking her darling, damp pit against his seeking prong.
"Deeper, John, go deeper! Put it all the way in me, all the way in!"
Tenderly he turned and pushed the finger along her wet, gripping inner walls. She shook with passion and her loins were tingling powerfully as she felt the finger bury itself in the depths of her steaming womb. Gently he began to ride it in and out of her wet cave and she rocked slowly back and forth on the small, creaking bed, following his easy, languid rhythm with her darling pit.
Faster and faster went his determined finger. She sighed and quaked with his hard, driving strokes and her own sweet digits rode his cock in a frenzy of passion. She pumped her hand up and down on his thick shaft harder and harder and she was soon following the motion of his hand with her own and both of them were gasping and swaying on the bed in the spasms of lust.
He ground his mouth against her breasts, licking and sucking wildly, his teeth chewing insistently on the moist, spongy mounds. He could think of nothing now but the aching, needing passion he felt for her and he wanted only to' feel her exploding with love and crying out in pleasure.
Gently he forced her back on the bed. She lay down willingly and spread her legs wide apart. Her hot, dripping womb was quivering in anticipation and she pulled greedily on his cock, trying to bring it quickly to her awaiting cave.
He laughed quietly and slid between her parted thighs. He felt the smooth, warm limbs squeezing him urgently and he tenderly reached down and spread her pussy Ups wide, sliding the tip of his throbbing cock between them.
"Ahhhh, yes, yes, yes," the adorable woman sighed, thrusting her pussy up to meet the invading shaft. "Ooooo, that's it, John! Ummm, put it in me, now! Put it all the way in me!"
He rocked gently from side to side, thrusting forward as he did, driving the huge, pounding member deep into her yearning pit. She groaned and mashed her belly against his, pulling all of his hard, thick manhood into her steaming interior. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly to her, thrusting her pussy back and forth against his buried me Slowly he began to ride the quaking cavern. Her cunt was white-hot and her pussy muscles were holding tightly to his buried prong. She ground her hips against his and met his easy, fluid stroking with her own. Up and down his slithered his prick along the taut, hot tunnel. His prick felt more alive and aching then ever before and he knew this was going to be the best orgasm he ever had. He groaned and shivered a lot as the spasms ripped right through him and he felt her pussy suddenly explode almost at the same moment. They were still rolling and gasping with delight when Olandt suddenly entered the room and hissed at them to get dressed.
Then they were on the bridge, the snow swirling around them, walking slowly toward the other side. "What is going on, John," she asked urgently as he pulled her along the slippery foot path. "Why did he let us go?' "Because the job is done," Kraft said grimly. "We all did our part in the correct manner and now the job is done!" He stopped and turned to face her. "Don't you see, they used us, you, me, Fellen, all of us! We fixed it so that Olandt is free from suspicion. Now we can all gather up our toys and go home, they don't need us anymore!"
Over her shoulder he saw a pair of lights slowly approaching them. He turned around and yanked her along. "They're coming," he whispered feverishly. "Don't look back and get ready to run!"
Damn them, he thought. Damn the Director and damn the Corporation. And damn Olandt, too for being more important then he or Liz or anyone. The lights of the car had gone beyond his shoulder now and he picked up his pace. Ahead of him he could see the small figures of the men, calling and waving their arms. The car behind him screeched to a halt and he screamed to Liz to start running.
He kept his eyes straight ahead as they slid over the snow, and he reached behind him for her hand. He felt her touch his fingers then heard a soft, sharp series of coughs from way behind them.
He heard her tumble to the pavement and he turned to see her lying on her side in the snow, half of her body on the sidewalk, the other half draped over the curb.
He sighed and took another look at his men in the distance and suddenly remembered what the Director had said. He bent down and cradled Liz's head in his lap, thinking, yes, it was true, I need a rest.
He brushed the snow from the young woman's face and smiled. She looked calm and peaceful, like he remembered her when he had watched her sleeping. When he looked back up again into the glare of the headlights, he wondered why they were hesitating. Then they fired and he fell back into the snow without a sound, his arms still tightly wrapped around the girl.
